Music of Ages.

Listened to a piano playing and this came to my mind. He is the creator of music and without him there is no music, no words, and no inspiration.

Music of ages play for me. Music of ages burn in me, sing a melody for me. Sing in me giving me the rhyme, the lyric to say. To speak new life into this place. A major chord to bring them in and a minor chord to awe them with. Give to me your song, your voice and pattern. When they hear my melody may your chorus ring through loud and clear. Music of ages play for me.

"He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less." -John 3:30

Jealousy

For some reason the beginning lyrics to "How He Loves" was really choking me up tonight. So I decided to write down what I felt. Not coming up with much of anything I finally felt like I heard this in the ear of my heart.

I'm not jealous of you to ruin your fun or to hurt you. My desire is to protect you, my child and my bride. To regain what was lost along Eden's banks; to be intimate with you is what I desire of you. So jealous is what I shall be. Jealous beyond the grave.

"The Lord your God is a devouring fire; he is a jealous God." -Deuteronomy 4:24

Form Me

Beautiful like a piece of freshly cooled glass, just out of the fire, blown into it's perfect shape. Unlike it you are strong, as strong and fierce as iron fresh from the furnaces that temper it. This is such a definition of you. You are beautiful and soft to the touch but you are as strong as the strongest iron, protecting yourself and your people from the darts that would attack. Though I break, though this vase busts you are constant. No one can destroy you, your beauty, your terrible beauty. So take me immaculate one and utterly destroy me and remake me O potter. Make me what you would want to be, so that by me the world can see the work of the chief architect. Take me, break me, spin me, and melt me all so that I may be molded, formed, and dried into what you will. Take out these imperfections that get in the way, hallelujah to the chief architect! Praise his handy work! It is made of the finest materials and it endures though the wind and waves may dash at it. Hallelujah to he who formed me!

"For this is what the Lord of Heaven's Armies says: In just a little while I will again shake the heavens and the earth, the oceans and the dry land." -Haggai 2:6

A Definition of Love

Our world has so many different definitions of love. The culture that surrounds us tries to tell us what love is. But what's awesome? I know what real love is!

An overused word, used at the drop of a hat so that it has lost it's meaning. It's definition confused. Love and lust were never meant to be confused one for the other. We assume that since there is a strong emotion behind what we're feeling towards someone that, that emotion must be love. For as it has always been said love conquers all and therefore is strongest of all emotions. While true don't blame the emotion you're experiencing on love. We've grown up in a generation that has fooled itself, but what reason had we to not? Our parents generation was just as corrupt. But that doesn't cut it. We can't unload the blame on our parents generation, though they did misinterpret the word. We try to put an elaborate mist around love and make it mysterious and hard to figure out it's meaning. The meaning of love is simple. A tree. Within a tree, the meaning of love was found. And unlike what we have come to call love this is unconditional, and no matter the situation it never changes. So the only unfathomable question that could be in the heart is why. Well, doesn't a father always love his children?

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." -1 Corinthians 13:4-8

photo courtesy of Caitlin Sattler

O Sleeper

Well it's been a long time since I've posted on here! Had writers block lately I guess! But yeah, I wrote this today after just thinking about how we as the Church can play "church" so well that we forget that we're Christians and can actually lull ourselves to sleep with our fake doctrines and such. Which is probably one of the main problems facing the Church in my generation. So... yeah here goes nothing!

O Sleeper, when will you rise? The Earth how she quakes, the sky crimsoning! But this isn't the end, no not yet. You sleep in peace, or what you've come to call peace, as the world around you shakes and as the world around you burns. O Sleeper, the labor pains have come! O precious fear, o precious end. What? So you still refuse to wake, as the cold grows dark and the dark grows deep. O Sleeper, rise! The eastern sky has now broken wide with a ramming blast. And for Saint and Sinner alike the past come to be shown. O Sleeper, what was the point? While you slept you lulled the world around you into a coma. You lulled yourself into the night. Only to find day break too soon and you unprepared, o Sleeper.

"... Awake, O sleeper, rise up from the dead and Christ will give you light." -Ephesians 5:14

The Call.

So today I was watching The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. And Lucy finally goes chasing after Aslan in a desperate attempt to find him. He asks her why didn't she come looking for him earlier. Her reply? The others called it foolish. And so, we are this way.

I hear the call, clear as day and chiming like a bird of the morning. But this world calls this call foolish and mythological. It's impossible is their reply. Stated like children who think themselves to grown up to play. But I, I will search for Judah's Lion. I will go when I hear it's voice. It is loud like the crashing of thunder, yet soft and sweet like the cooing of a dove. So I will constantly return to the call of this voice. No matter how far away, loud or soft the resonating chords may play. I will endure the journey, because at the journeys end I will find myself. For if I ignore this voice, doom is sure to follow me. So to the Lion of Judah, I will be a devoted follower. To this voice in my head I will listen, no matter how nonsensical it may sound to the world. Because it's this voice that will ultimately lead me home.

"Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, 'Here am I. Send me!" -Isaiah 6:8

Hands

Our generation could really learn a lot from the book of Daniel. It seems to be how we try to be.

So our generation hasn't bee punished for it yet. The scary part is that the King fell at the very height of his power. Be careful America.

Happy happy day, the wine is pouring sweet. Why stop we here? Why stop we at all? Into the goblets it can go, ignore the hands of those around that warn of our destruction that foretell our own doom. But this is how we want it to be. So we raise the party lights and we clang our golden globes. Well round and round and round it goes. So you complained of your bad dreams and wondered why they happened. But you ignored the hands, you ignored, oh you ignored. So you finally saw the sketching on your pearly walls but it was all too late, much much too late. So this is the way it goes and what else can you expect? Because you ignored the hands, the rapturous ghostly hands.

"This is what these words mean: Mene means 'numbered' - God has numbered the days of your reign and has brought it to an end." -Daniel 5:26

Time.

I was thinking about Kari tonight, reading through some of the wall posts on her page. You were such an awesome person my friend. I just wish we would have had a little longer with you. You are missed. We love you.

Your beginning and your end are not the things that end up being what matters. It's what happened everywhere in between that made and continue to makes you who you are. Your beginning can't define you because you had nothing to do with it. It just so happened that you were there and so, you were. Your end has just as little to do with who you are, it is often out of our control. It happens almost always outside of our realm of view, making us powerless to alter it. But it's what happened in between these two points in time that make up you. The good things you did, and the good things you didn't do. The decisions you made for yourself and for others. Even if you didn't realize you were making a decision when the most important ones were made. This is what makes you who you were my friend. So we thank you for how you lived and loved. Because you loved, oh you loved. And let's not forget to those who love, true life is given. Though, let's not trick ourselves, trials do come. But the rest of your history is made substantial by how you handle these moments. So thank you for being you, even if what was in between was short for you it was lived to the fullest. And that, my friend, is more than many can say in a hundred years.

"Everything has its own time, and there is a specific time for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pull out what was planted." -Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

Autumn

Things aren't quite as they have always been. But I don't really think I need to point that out to anyone even if they don't know anything about me at all. This year has been weird but without it I don't think i'd have the faith that I have right now. It's amazing how such horrible events and sad times can bring about something so true and beautiful. Which goes to prove that nothing is impossible for God. Even though it feels like it to us sometimes.

Beauty is in this, though it looks like their is dying all around me. A spiritual autumn is what it appears to be. But the best thing about this season is all of the hidden joys you can find. Though the chills may come you still have the warm summer memories to look forward to. And even though you feel like giving up, winter is the only thing ahead; you forget that spring follows the winter. A birth of life unlike any other seen in all of creation. For out of this deadness and hurting I find new life. Out of the Autumn is set up a new seed that once it begins to grow cannot be destroyed. It can't be tempted by the old things, it's too good for that. For you have been brought into a place of happiness from your sorrow. And out of mourning you have found joy.

And he who was seated upon the throne said: "Behold I make all things new!" -Revelation 21:5

Don't Cry!

So I haven't posted on here in a while... My bad. I had switched over to Tumblr for a while but it seems all is on there is a bunch of stupid crap for the most part so I will probably start to post on here again. WOOO!! In Shakespeare class right now... bored and this computer is about to die so I should probably get off because I still have to check my gmail. So... peace!

From shadow and death I have fled

Out of pain and lonliness I have been found

Such amazing love that comforts me

To be found in grace and power!

For you alone make all things new and in you I am restored!

In you I find my will to go on!

Out of desperation came my salvation!