Hoist a Sail
So yesterday I am cursing the blog scene, whishing I had something to write about when I come across this blog called complete faith
. The blog itself really isn’t that impressive, but I saw a comment from Midnight Cry about faithfully hoisting a sail every day, even when there has been no wind for some time. That one made a little sense to me since I recently heard a message about Sails.
Then today I hop onto biblegateway.com, which I haven’t done in a week, and scroll down to the verse of the day, which I never do. I think I have read the verse of the day on that site 3 times in the 3 or so years I have been using that site. Not exactly a verse about sailing or maybe it is, I guess it depends on how you read it.
I call on the LORD in my distress, and he answers me.”- Psalm 120:1
It’s funny, at least a couple of times in the last year when I feel stagnant this verse has come up seemingly at random. You can’t tell me that the word of God is not living.
So I pray today: Dear God as I arise today I also hoist my sails into the heavenly realms, high into the sky, desperately seeking a portion, a whisper of wind to propel me forward. Father God though I feel alone my eyes are still focused on the horizon, focused on what is just out of site. Lord I know from your word that you are never away from my side, I also know that the reason I don’t feel you there is due to my own hard heart. Father God, I love you so dearly, I love you so dearly, I will remain steadfast and faithful all through the days. I will hoist my sail and wait on you. Mighty King, I thank you for this time in my life, I do not yet understand the reason, but I believe that it will make me more of the man you desire me to be. Amen
I am not Blogging…
Oh how I want to blog
I wake up in the morning and wish I had something to blog about.
- I thought about blogging about the multitude of electronic devices I currently carry on my person at any given time. But that’s boring so I won’t subject you to the pain.
- Thought about blogging about learning guitar, but I don’t feel like I know enough to really comment on the subject. I am such a novice.
-How about funny names for Starbucks… 4 Bucks, St. Arbucks that’s a pretty short list.
I feel like there is a lot of garbage in my head right now and all it really amounts to is a bunch of fluff.
A friend of mine just retuned from a God Ordained missions trip
My Pastor is setting out on a state wide Urgency Tour – 12 cities in 5 days
The kingdom is in full motion and all I can think of are silly names for a coffee shop.
I feel like a sailboat who just lost the wind. I am still moving but loosing speed as we speak. A race car that just ran out of gas, not sure if I have enough momentum to make the finish line. A boxer getting pummeled in the ring, praying for the bell to ring because that’s the only thing that will save me at this point.
I guess today I am asking for prayer..
Prayer that God will give me wind – in my sails
And that God would give me gas – in my tank
That God would push me further, and faster them I have ever seen in the past.
I pray today
Thank you Lord for the things that are happening in my life, I though I don’t understand how or why, I know that in the end the Glory will be all yours.
Feedback Needed
I received a comment today on the Science vs. Faith post from a month ago.
It is very long and attempts to shed a negative light on Christianity. 3060 words according to a software word count. I say if 3060 words can shake my faith in anyway I shouldn’t be doing what I do here.
I don’t feel like arguing it point for point which would take another month, but a the same time I don’t feel that its right to gloss over everything either.
I am torn, and need some input from the people who visit here – Do I approve response or not and why?
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I already have my answer – The word of God can stand on it’s own. It doesn’t need my help.
The comment is approved, check it out.
Life Lessons – Learned before I was 10
If you actually read your junk email you may have seen this, or something similar to it anyway. It’s a pretty good read.
THOSE BORN 1920-1979
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!
- First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
- They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
- Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
- We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking
As infants &children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags - Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat .
- We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
- We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
- We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
- We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
- No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
- We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
- We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms…….
- WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
- We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bon es and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
- We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
- We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we di d not poke out very many eyes.
- We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
- Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
- The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
- These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
- The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
- We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!
- You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .
- While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.
- Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!
Now here is the thought I had to day while reading this.
While we, who are reading this, are the kids who grew up in this life style we are also the adults to are preventing our kids from living that way.
Now I concede that today’s world isn’t the same as it was back then.
I also concede that we as parents should desire to give our kids more then what we had.
But is the internet, plasma TV, DVD Player, Playstation, Cell Phone, and what ever great new gadget we have really better then being a kid on a hot summer day, stretching our mind, and imagination learning how to build a go-cart the hard way, by trial and error, and learning from our mistakes. Or Playing a game of baseball at the local park with the neighborhood kids, then drinking kool-aid. Man that stuff was good on those HOT days in the summer.
I thought I might share a short list of life lessons that I remember still today from when I was a Kid.
We had an old buckskin horse, his name was Chief. I wasn’t old enough to see over his back yet, but… I was able to get a halter and lead rope on him, get him into the barn and from there managed to get a saddle on his back and a bridle on his head. I even was able to get my short self into the saddle. I ended up cracking a rib that day when I learned that old Chief could stop from a dead run fast enough to through me right over his head. What did I learn? First that with enough determination and thought I was able to do things that at first seem impossible. I also learned to respect nature, and the creatures that live in it. Not to fear nature, but to respect it.
I had a sweet black dirt bike, peddle type, back in the late 70’s or early 80’s
One day I found an old wood box that must have been about 3 feet tall, I also found an even older piece of plywood in one of our out buildings. More like a half sheet of plywood, so as you can imagine a 4 foot piece of wood rotten wood resting on a 3 foot tall box made a pretty steep ramp. I remember getting as far back as possible thinking I would really need the speed… Must have been 200 yards away from the ramp. I don’t think the distance helped much, but the anticipation as the wind hit me in the face as I peddled hard was AWESOME. I hit the rotten wood and cleared the box and felt like an eagle. I did this a couple more times and really thought I may have found a new carrier. Anyway on the 3 or 4th run I hit the plywood and it snapped in two… I drove head long into this wooden create, and low and behold that stopped me just has fast as old chief did in the last story. Bike and I both went for a heck of a ride, and I think I may have broken another rib that day.
What did I learn? That broken ribs hurt…
That sometimes with great achievement, we also face great pain.
And don’t use rotten plywood to build a ramp.
I was one of those kids that left when the sun came up and came home when the sun went down. I would swim, fish, hunt, play, what ever fit the bill for the day. It was a good way to be a kid.
What life lessons to you remember from before the age of say 10 or so that you learned on your own?
Restoration
The song Restoration says
You take my mourning, turn it into dancing
You take my weeping, turn it into laughing
You take my sadness, turn it into joy
You make all things new
It feels like we have played this song relentlessly over the last couple months.
In the very building where we sing these words, I lived them out, just last night.
I think others may have done the same.
God Bless
Everything is possible in the world
A Woman can know that she will have a child
Yet continue to drink
Continue to smoke
Continue to do drugs
And give birth to a wonderfully healthy and beautiful child
Yet never see the love of the father.
A man can read the bible
Study
And learn
And be able to quite scripture till he is blue in the face
And yet never spend one day walking with Christ.
Yet the father loves him
A woman can change her life to prepare for motherhood
She can fight to become pregnant
Can fight to stay healthy
Fight to build a good home
And loose the child for no reason
Yet she knows the love of the father
A man can be a murder on death row
Can have raped women and children
Stolen from the elderly
Killed the innocent
And still be welcomed into heaven
And know the love of the father.
What am I trying to say? The love of the father is unconditional. It’s always there waiting for us. All we have to do is accept it.
It’s never too late to know God.
It’s never so dark that his light will not prevail.
In the last 2000 years there has never been a day that Jesus Christ was not sacrificed for our sins.
Never a day that there was not blood on the ground.
Never a day that people did not turn away from God
Never a day that people didn’t turn to God.
As faith as the sun in it’s rising and setting is the faithfulness of God love.
God Bless you today, and know that no matter what weight you carry on your shoulders, God can lift it away. You must simply ask.
Still Alive
I apologize for my apparent absence from the world of blogging this past week. I am currently involved in testing a new product with my employer and it’s using up most of my time during the day.
It’s also leaving my brain pretty mushy by the end of the day…
Anyway, I just wanted to pop in and let you know that I am still alive and kicking, and will be back to posting, hopefully next week. Maybe sooner if I have any grand revelations between now and then.
Had a crazy dream over the weekend
I think I don’t remember all of it, but what I do recall is pretty detailed.
I remember desperately wanting to cry out for help to my mother. Only in the dream my other was actually my stepbrother and sister’s mom. I have not said more then 10 words to this lady in many years. To be honest I have always been pretty judgmental of her and thought the way she leads her life has caused many of the problems in my sibling’s lives.
It really didn’t make sense why I would see her as my mom, or why I would cry out to her specifically for help.
Anyway I remember trying to cry out for help but couldn’t make the words.
I must have woke myself up a little bit at that point because I kind of remember doing this a few times.
The last time it was more vivid. I was tied to a table. I could feel a rope, or strap across my upper abdomen. I was trying to cry out again for help. I was really fighting to get words out and then they started to come. I finally got the word help out of my mouth and my wife woke me up. Said I was scaring her, and wanted to know what was going on.
I, in real life was laying on my belly, but could still feel the table on my back, and the strap around my belly.
I know immediately that I had dreamed something from my brother’s life and went into prayer for him to be released from bondage. I don’t know any more then that.
I share this with you to suggest to you not to assume a bad dream was just a bad dream.
If you’re awakened in the night consult the Lord. I find that when I do there is a prayer on my heart.
Breaking of generational curses has been on my heart recently. I have seen prayers answered in unexpected ways. And this dream seems to fit directly into that pattern.
The bible says old men will dream dreams. I thank God for that blessing. I remain faithful to that calling, and pray that God continues to work through that gifting.
I would also ask that anyone with any insight or experience, and feels comfortable, please share it here.