In The Quiet of the Night

Sitting here in my room, listening to a Scottish lullaby, I am considering the reminiscence of another post I made, commenting on the affect a kind gesture can have on a person. I consider this yet again, as I consider another spur of the moment gesture I made. God continues to show me how to bless people through random acts of kindness. I've also had a great hymn going through my head all week, that might be unfamiliar to many, Guide Me O Thou Great Jehovah. Perhaps this was my theme this week.

As I am preparing for my first week of college I consider this weeks theme. I will need God's hand on me as I enter "hostile" territory. Surprisingly I am not that nervous about this upcoming adventure. Actually, I am excited. It reminds me of the quote I used for my graduation letters. "The world is round, and that which seems like the end may also be the beginning." Powerful thought, and an interesting observation.

I have prayed a lot about this new beginning that is upcoming, and have decided on a theme. My verse will be Zephaniah 3:17 "The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you in gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." Zephaniah is my favorite minor prophet. I love the way he puts things. So clear, and yet with very subtle and mind blowing truths. This verse especially touches me, because of the thought that God rejoices over me with singing. It is humbling and lifting, and makes me want to serve God all the more. What blessing He is to me.

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, pilgrim through this barren land.

I am weak, but thou art mighty; hold me with thy powerful hand.

Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, feed me till I want no more;

feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain, whence the healing stream doth flow;

Let the fire and cloudy pillar lead me all my journey through.

Strong deliverer, strong deliverer, be thou still my strength and shield;

Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan, bid my anxious fears subside;

Death of death and hell's destruction, land me safe on Canaan's side.

Songs of praises, songs of praises, I will ever give to thee;

I will ever give to thee.

And my song for this week

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;

I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;

Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;

Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;

Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:

Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,

Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,

May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,

Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Be A Hero

Today I got back from work exhausted! I was so tired I felt dead on my feet. Unfortunately, my church had a work day planned. I was ready to go, but no one showed up. Yes! I thought. I can relax! But it was not meant to be. I asked my mother, like I believe every dutiful child should, if she needed anything done, since she decided to clean the church anyway.
"You could clean the kitchen." She said it with a smile, that showed she was teasing. But I could see in her eyes that she was half serious, and really dreading when she would have to do it herself, when I was at work the next day. We had just torn our house up so that the carpet could be stretched, and the kitchen hadn't been cleaned for days. Needless to say, it looked like a tycoon had just celebrated it's birthday in there! Groaning to myself I decided that I would surprise her and clean it up.
For two hours I scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom, washed the dishes, put things away, rearranged... It was crazy. She wasn't upstairs at all until I was almost finished, just starting to mop the floor.
When I was finally done, I sat with a satisfied, "Done!" Mom looked at me with relief.
"You're my hero."

If going out of my way just a little bit, despite my aversion to the task, I made someone's life so much easier, I can only imagine the impact it would have if everyone did. I was my Mom's hero today, and I want to be someone elses tomorrow. Go be a hero! Make someone's load lighter. Pass on a smile!

David Phelps' Funny Side :)

This is first shows Mark Lowry's very "original" humor :) You can tell that David and Guy had no idea what was going on because of the surprised looks on their faces and the fact that they couldn't control their laughter :)




Apparently the rumor is spreading that Mark Lowry rubbed of on David Phelps when they were in the GVB together. Enjoy!

My Favorite Contemporary Singer

Admittedly, he's the only one I listen to :) David Phelps, ladies and gentlemen. I'm not sure what to say about this great man of faith, except that you can see his faith in his singing, and you can hear it in his CD's. Enjoy!

My Bad Poetry :)

Ah, the subtle influence of a touch, a look, a word.

Even though I consider my own poetry nonsensical I'm going to post some lines from one of them. I just like the thought of this one...

Look up into the heavens.
Hear the whispers of the angels.
"Holy is the Lord God Almighty!"

Rolling, tumbling over one another
The clouds go their separate ways.
See! See! Make way for the King!

Only the pure are left.
All unrighteousness fades away.
But even the clean tremble: IN PRESENCE OF THE ALMIGHTY!

Just Do It!

Tomorrow I celebrate my 19th birthday. It's hard to believe that I have lived so long! If not for the love of Christ I would not be here today, nor do I think I would want to be.

I watched, for the first time, Mel Gibson's "Passion of the Christ." I didn't watch it when it first came out because I felt unready for it. I can't explain this, but it is simply truth. But for several weeks I have yearned to watch it. I wanted to remember. Sometimes I think the story of Jesus' sacrifice becomes simply that; a story. I never want Christ's sacrifice to become unimportant to me. You might say I never want to be a fake Christian. So many Christian's seem afraid to realize the great reality of the crucifixion. When I was not even ten years old my church, as a group, delved into the crucifixion itself, to see how it worked. I was fascinated by what I learned. I found it more horrific than I had even imagined.

A common mistake in films and portrayal of the crucifixion show the nails through the hands of Jesus, when in reality the nail would have had little purpose there. They were actually driven in directly below the wrist, so that the bones of the arm would hold the nail into place. In the hand, the nail would have slit through the skin and in between the fingers, eventually releasing a badly misshapen hand.

The position of the body, with the arms held out and the feet nailed to a block, allows the person hanging to breath in, but not to exhale. If you want to breath out you have to push up with your feet (Which have nails in them! I can only imagine the pain of this simple task). Then you can exhale. But just try to imagine the pain. Your bones have probably come disjointed because of the loose hanging, and your muscles clench and tighten as you struggle for breath. Your body is pressed against unfinished wood that splinters into your already ravaged back. As you weaken you can no longer push yourself up for breath, and you eventually die of suffocation. If you, however, live too long for your torturers taste, your legs can be broken, to shorten the time spent in dying.

In Jesus' case, he died before the soldiers started breaking legs, to fulfill the prophesies of the Old Testament. But just to make sure he was dead the soldiers, "Pierced His side." Or His heart. Blood and water gushed out. This shows that He did not die of suffocation, but of heart failure, due to shock and constriction of the heart because of fluid in the pericardium (The sack that contains the heart and beginnings of major blood vessels). What a terrible way to die! And yet, our Savior did that.

I do not understand how someone could hear this story and not be touched! And I did not even mention his torture beforehand! The horrible whipping that tore his flesh until he was unrecognizable! (Isaiah 52:14 and Isaiah 53) The mocking and beating of the soldiers! The humiliation of his mock robing and crowning, and the eventual carrying of the cross for over 600 yards, while still bleeding and bruised.

Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made;
I see the stars. I hear the rolling thunder;
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art. How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art. How great Thou art!

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross, my burdens gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sins!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art. How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art. How great Thou art!


This story fills me with love for my Savior. I challenge you to spread it! Tell people that nothing they have suffered even compares to what Jesus did for them; out of Love! We are so blessed!

Heavenly Father, I Magnify Thee.
Heavenly Father, I Magnify Thee.
I love Thee, adore Thee,
I bow down before Thee.
Heavenly Father, I Magnify Thee.