The world races by.
Look my soul! Listen!
Do you not hear
The cry of eternity rising
On the failing breaths of
Four
Billion
Unsaved souls?
Go forth and speak.
Worry not in the trials and
Travails you will face.
Take heart; our Savior is our Lord,
Our God:
The Rescuer of Lost Souls.
Do not fall under the assault of the Evil One,
for you will indeed grow weary.
But
"Having done all... stand" (Eph. 6:13).
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Come Close to Me
It's hard to live
A life for Christ,
When all around,
and like a knife
that wounds your soul,
emburdens strife,
The world,
Its pleasures of the night.
And yet the iron's
Never steel,
Until the wrath
Of fire feels.
So wary in a trial be,
Look out for each temptation seed.
But Oh! My Lord, I will sing,
"Every hour, come close to me."
A life for Christ,
When all around,
and like a knife
that wounds your soul,
emburdens strife,
The world,
Its pleasures of the night.
And yet the iron's
Never steel,
Until the wrath
Of fire feels.
So wary in a trial be,
Look out for each temptation seed.
But Oh! My Lord, I will sing,
"Every hour, come close to me."
Monday, April 21, 2008
Creation
Clarified,
Resolute, precision:
Sunrise betwixt the mountains.
Sinusoidal entrance of the sun,
Glowing,
Mathematic perfection.
Life is overexposed.
"-Just enough!"
The lands proclaim.
Most artists use paint;
This One used hydrogen,
A symphony of unfathomable infinity.
And yet, and yet
Unnoticed!
Forsaken for another!
If only we would recover our conceptional devotion. Turn away from ourselves, towards the things that matter.
Another will one day fail and depart as dust, but this concerto will forever play on.
Hearken, all ye who have departed, and hear!
Lo, these are the wings of the dawn!
This is the work of unseen hands.
I beseech thee look, whom have eyes to see!
Resolute, precision:
Sunrise betwixt the mountains.
Sinusoidal entrance of the sun,
Glowing,
Mathematic perfection.
Life is overexposed.
"-Just enough!"
The lands proclaim.
Most artists use paint;
This One used hydrogen,
A symphony of unfathomable infinity.
And yet, and yet
Unnoticed!
Forsaken for another!
If only we would recover our conceptional devotion. Turn away from ourselves, towards the things that matter.
Another will one day fail and depart as dust, but this concerto will forever play on.
Hearken, all ye who have departed, and hear!
Lo, these are the wings of the dawn!
This is the work of unseen hands.
I beseech thee look, whom have eyes to see!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Samaritan Example
As Rebelutionaries, it seems wise to look to the Samaritans (and the way that Jesus taught about them) for an example of how to live. Samaritans were the racial minority in the time of Jesus, shunned and downtrodden by the Jews. Yet Jesus continually told parables centered around Samaritans (Luke 17:11-19; Luke 10:25-37; John 4:1-26) as examples of how to live.
The good Samaritan helped a battered traveler that both a priest and a Levite had left for dead. He had to overcome many large difficulties to accomplish this task: there was a prominent tension in the fact that he was a Samaritan and the traveler was a Jew, and as Luke writes, "He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him" (Lk. 10:34 NKJV). In the next verse he spent his own money to pay the innkeeper to take care of him. We must remember that these were complete strangers, but the good Samaritan overcame all presuppositions and prejudices about how he was supposed to act and did one of those small hard things.
Likewise, when the Samaritan leper in Luke 17 "Saw that he was healed, [he] returned, and with a loud voice glorified God" (Lk. 17:15 NKJV). He knew that it was because of Jesus that he had been cured, so he ran back excitedly to praise Him. Surely Jesus must have continued on His way and the former leper had to search extensively, ask around, and certainly go out of His way to come back to Jesus and praise Him.
Teens are not downtrodden and shunned in the same sense that the Samaritans were, but still little is expected of them. It's easy to only do easy things, but when we put out all of our efforts to seek God, praise Him, and live according to His law, we experience true blessings. Whether we receive accolades for our efforts or not, it is ultimately our obedience that matters. We do not come to the Fount for the blessing, but instead that our hearts may sing His praise.
The good Samaritan helped a battered traveler that both a priest and a Levite had left for dead. He had to overcome many large difficulties to accomplish this task: there was a prominent tension in the fact that he was a Samaritan and the traveler was a Jew, and as Luke writes, "He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him" (Lk. 10:34 NKJV). In the next verse he spent his own money to pay the innkeeper to take care of him. We must remember that these were complete strangers, but the good Samaritan overcame all presuppositions and prejudices about how he was supposed to act and did one of those small hard things.
Likewise, when the Samaritan leper in Luke 17 "Saw that he was healed, [he] returned, and with a loud voice glorified God" (Lk. 17:15 NKJV). He knew that it was because of Jesus that he had been cured, so he ran back excitedly to praise Him. Surely Jesus must have continued on His way and the former leper had to search extensively, ask around, and certainly go out of His way to come back to Jesus and praise Him.
Teens are not downtrodden and shunned in the same sense that the Samaritans were, but still little is expected of them. It's easy to only do easy things, but when we put out all of our efforts to seek God, praise Him, and live according to His law, we experience true blessings. Whether we receive accolades for our efforts or not, it is ultimately our obedience that matters. We do not come to the Fount for the blessing, but instead that our hearts may sing His praise.
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Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
I'll praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
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