I go to a church that meets under the Interstate. Those in college meet on Sunday nights to learn and talk and encourage. Not too long ago, we met and had time to write response to a line we'd read.
"You are the salt of the earth."
You are here to bring out the God-flavors. Sometimes I'm self-centered. Self-Centered and I say I want the vision of the Kingdom but it's so core that my fleshings and superficiality take precedence over a central belief. Do I display You in my conversations, my rising and going and doing? Sometimes I feel like I'm living for myself and getting really successful at seeming cool. "Death to cool. " You are the reason and redeemer.
"How can it be made salty again... It is good for nothing... Thrown out... trampled under foot."
How can we be made into Your likeness again? Lying alone in darkness, this is our desire. When all else disappoints and fades to dust and rust, You remain. May we cease, and begin to begin at Your flavor, though we begin at mercy and you show us your faithful and flawless love, we are made aware of our disappointing nature and cry out apology.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
beginnings
After thought, and an encouraging word, this has fleshed out.
I will go soon to Dallas, and leave Waco and friends and a place that has shaped me and given much. Thoughts of this move and a morning with a friend prompted this, which I suppose is a good place to begin.
CGs with Audrey this morning. Gray clouds the skies and the warmth inside gives the feel of winter. For a time I pretend it's so, that we have sought a room and it may begin snowing or raining, and all that reminds me this is not our present is the ice in my glass and the shoes on my feet. I find myself wanting for a change in season of late, but then know this would mean my time here is closing and I will soon depart. So, for now I may listen to Pedro sing of bells and have this feeling I love and know still my time here is not yet ending.
Days are numbered and You are eternal and I want what's left to stretch out and be made complete. For it to be concluded in You.
I will go soon to Dallas, and leave Waco and friends and a place that has shaped me and given much. Thoughts of this move and a morning with a friend prompted this, which I suppose is a good place to begin.
CGs with Audrey this morning. Gray clouds the skies and the warmth inside gives the feel of winter. For a time I pretend it's so, that we have sought a room and it may begin snowing or raining, and all that reminds me this is not our present is the ice in my glass and the shoes on my feet. I find myself wanting for a change in season of late, but then know this would mean my time here is closing and I will soon depart. So, for now I may listen to Pedro sing of bells and have this feeling I love and know still my time here is not yet ending.
Days are numbered and You are eternal and I want what's left to stretch out and be made complete. For it to be concluded in You.
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