The evil of our own agenda

It does not profit a man to come to the scriptures to prove his own agenda, theology, or way of life. This is evil, and we should never take this approach. No, the scripture is our authority, not the other way around. We must come with the purpose to submit to the scripture. We must fight hard to die to ourselves, to allow the scripture to kill who we are, and then fill us with who Jesus is. The scripture is a double edge sword calling us to lay down our lives as living sacrifices, so that we might come to know the heart and mind of God.

I Surender All

This song is what the LORD has been teaching me lately. I would, however, change the lines to "You are worth it all, now". He is pulling me close, in the midst of my pain, He is stripping my flesh away and coming close and washing me, in the midst of my hurt. He is bringing His arms around me, and holding me, when I cannot hold myself. God is good.

Break my plans

Written Sunday, October 28, 2007

When we base our Christian walk on how well we do, we become actors trying to fit the image of what this is thought to be. But when we come to God by grace and grace alone, we are free to be real.

It is not about impressing men or God, for God does not need to be impressed. Our greatest righteousness is like filthy rags.

Written Tuesday. November 2, 2003


When I was a child, my father
----Took me to the beach at sunrise;
We sat in silence and listened to the wind.
It was grand it was beautiful.

Soon my father took me to the shoreline
----I loved the waves lapping at my feet,
----And the sand coming in between my toes
The waves were exciting and thrilling.

My Father grabbed my hand and held me close,
He gave me a hug,
----Then rushed me into the ocean.
----We played
----We splashed
----We swam
----We had fun and adventure.
And when I looked at my fathers face,
----He was more excited than I

We came out on to the beach
We filled our curiosity with looking for seashore shells
----And our imagination with sea faring stories
----And sand castles
Oh! And we raced bare foot in the sand
----And wrestled till we had sand in our hair.
I did not want to leave.

Before I knew it,
My father took me out to sea, in the midst of a hurricane
It was terrible. Fear struck through me
----And I trembled in terror
I was afraid. The storm had such strength and power.
It was mighty.
I cried out, “Father why”
He did not speak

He swept me off my feet and took me to the depths,
This took some time, there was more there
----Than I could possibly have imagined.
We explored the coral reefs,
----We followed the path of the whales,
----We played with dolphins
----We explored mountains
----Saw wonders
----He allowed me to explore and fill my curiosity
And taught me many things

He took me out in a boat, it was silent
I looked around at the vastness of the oceans,
Tears came to my eyes, for it was so very wonderful.
My father sat beside me there and taught me
----The way of the wind,
----And said, “Son, count the stars,”
----Then he smiled, “I know them all by name”
We talked and talked till I knew his heart.

“Son”
“Yes, father"
“Know the vastness and depth of my love”

Written Wednesday, February 2005

---This is not a time of greatness, but a time to learn faithfulness - A time of developing strength and soundness, an abandonment to the heart of Jesus.
---Father, teach me to throw everything at You. To cease striving and to take up the burden of Jesus which is light. Let me abandon myself in faith. It is not about my strength, but casting everything at your feet, and walking before You in submissiveness.