I sometimes forget people have contexts too.

Now I get to explain. I have a longstanding pet peeve soap-box thingy about how people constantly misuse bible passages without knowing they are misusing them. I think the enemy giggles to himself (to do so out loud might hurt his credibility) knowing many of the most quoted verses in Christendom are actually used in a manner for which they weren't intended. Like nailing with a screwdriver, or drinking a milkshake with a spatula. I have blogged on this soapbox previously so I won't bore you with more on that topic, however, back to people. I sometimes forget they have contexts too.

I can be insensitive towards people sometimes. When they are having trouble coping, or making decisions, I often fail to run through my mind the circumstances they might be bringing to the table with them.

People have different backgrounds than I do, different parents (or parent), different marriages, different educations, different incomes, different gifts.

As if it should surprise me that we don't all behave like we all behave. (it makes sense, promise)

In a sense I would do well to look at people more like I look at scripture. Where are they coming from on this? What is his background, why is she reacting this way?

Hopefully this will better my empathy towards that certain niche of people I struggle to be kind to. You know, those one people who get on my nerves just because they are who they are. God help me.

Hey everyone, here's my words for the call to worship today. I won't actually get to do it till next week because the schedule got changed. Wow a sneek preview! Feel special?


I struggled to write for this morning. Because my God is too small.

I have spent several weeks speaking to you about His matchless wisdom., unchanging nature, His perfect strength.and I find myself at a loss for words.
How can this be? It is as though I have nothing left to say, or perhaps merely not the words to say it.

As if I could exhaust His majesty in a single 2 minute dialogue.
As if He is only capable of captivating our attention for such meager amounts of time before we start looking for something new to satisfy our appetite.
As if my vocabulary were really that good.

Either my God is too small, and by too small I mean that my understanding of Him is too limited and pathetic to really be a true representation of who He is, either that, my mind is numb with awe, or I am merely trying to impress you with my words.

Please, do not miss the message for the messenger.

Jesus often said, “If anyone has ears, let them hear”I urge you now to consider what you already know to be true.

God is more than,
better than
bigger than
More marvelous than Every song, every hymn, every sermon and devotion
Every call to worship
Even the humblest prayer offered fails to give God His due.

Capitalize His name in print, not enough
Stand every time His word is read, not enough
Kneel down and bow in His presence, how could it ever be enough for a God so great
I could stand here till my body wasted away from the years and I would only scratch the surface of who He is.
Offering to Him anything short of everything fails to account for the true matchless wonder of who God is.

It is written that if everything Jesus did were recorded for us,
the planet would not have room for the books. Yet I struggle to find the words to describe my God.

You humble me Lord, that you would have anything to do with someone such as me. What am I that you seek my praise and are saddened when I do not offer it.

(o Lord you are holy, holy beyond words. Help us, in our small minds to know why we sing, to know why we smile, to know why we have hope. Reveal your heart to us today.)

I just came from the "walk-in" a huge thing in our dusty little town. Basically, the high schoolers get a really nice, or a really silly vehicle to drive to prom in. They are announced and walk in, date in arm, before a huge crowd of locals. (like me) I was there camera in hand trying to get a pic of each of the youth group kids who attended prom this year. Not knowing how big an ordeal this is, last year Wendy the boys and I showed up right as the shindig was to begin and, wow, was there ever a crowd. This year Wendy is at a nephews graduation party so I snuggled into the crowd with all the oo'ers and aahh'ers.
here's one thing I noticed. A walk-in covers a multitude of sins. As I sat there, eavesdropping in on the comments around me ("not very many people could pull of that color of yellow" "look at her hair, how cute" "o, I like that dress" "the valet can't get the car into gear") I noticed particularly with the boys, some of which I know to have not so awesome reputations, that as long as you showed up in style, A horse drawn carriage, a Model T, or a 14 passenger stretched Hummer, people said, "he's such a nice boy" or "what a darling girl".
once I realigned my innards I tried to process these comments in my "I don't get it" file. I don't get it. Maybe some sleep will help. Why do we fall so easily for make-up and borrowed threads? I don't get it. Maybe I don't even want to. I don't know. Perhaps though, as I think about it more, this is similar to judgement day. the final walk-in. Where I get my shiny new robe and my shiny new name (we get one you know) and as I make my way in people will applaud and cheer saying...what a nice boy.

puke. that was really dumb but fun. I'm tired. latro.

just a note to everyone, I still live. I have just been very busy trying to get my affairs in order since I turn thirty today. ha. sorta funny. sorta. Anyway, I have a few things in mind worth blogging about and many others not so worthy that I hope to post soon. don;t give up on me ..."aw'll be bawck"

check out this video from xxxchurch.com. pretty funny.

http://www.projectgod.com/XXX.html


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