When?

“How much is enough?”

How many channels do we need on our television service?

How many rooms in a house?

How many bathrooms?

How many cars?

How many video games?

How many gadgets?

How many dvd movies?

How many music cds?

How many downloaded songs on the Ipod?

How much in our bank account?

How many toys?

How many televisions?

“When is enough plenty?”

“When will we give to those who really have need?”

“When will we understand the way we’ve been taught to do things is not working for those who are desperate?”

“When will we open our eyes to see?”

“When will our hearts be changed to hear what Jesus spoke?”

“When will we see ourselves in truth…‘I am rich, have become wealthy, and have need of nothing’-and do not know that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked?”*

* Scripture Rev 3:17

Nobody Home

Many years back some friends of mine wanted me to go to a concert at the last minute. Being spontaneous in nature, I found myself racing down the freeway with them to try and catch the show. Exiting the car I could feel the drums in the parking lot. With each step, we drew closer to the excitement and I could sense the anticipation for what I was going to be a part of.

Once in the arena, I was entertained by songs I knew well. The familiarity allowed me to join in song. At one point though, one of the lead singers began to sing something I had never heard. Her voice rang out so clear it impacted me with its power. I never forgot the words she sang….”don’t stray too far out on your own, cause when you finally come knocking there’ll be nobody home…nobody home“.

A mere sentence in some song I’d never heard churned in me. The seed was being watered again…to seek Jesus and His call to my heart. I sometimes wonder about the years I missed because I was so slow to answer the knock.

Clamoring Voices

Standing outside to look at the sky I could hear my phone begin to ring. I glanced toward the house but chose to enjoy the moment before me. I had been listening to a song by Miles Davis in the background. There were no words, just notes being played on a trumpet softly.

Warmth filled me in understanding. How often we try to fill our quietness with too many words; trying to address questions too soon, before we have answers. It was an hour to listen carefully and not be distracted by clamoring voices.

Hail To Wait

Hail rained upon our city. A rainstorm with thunder announced the presence of power.  A storm was coming, bigger than this show in the natural. I bowed my head to see nothing with my own eyes, for they had grown weary and tired. In my quiet place I waited. I spoke only what I was to speak and I waited.

Always Have Been, Always Be

Superman, I am looking for You
More than a man, I am looking for You
I know You always have been
I know You’ll always be
Heaven’s Prince, I’m looking for You
Oh My King, I need to see You
I know You always have been
I know You’ll always be

Must Swim The Seas

All of us must swim the seas
coz our path’s been washed away
All of us must swim the seas
coz our path’s been washed away
My only purpose is to swim the seas
Find the truth and spread it around
Give it to the children that know how to listen
so they can pass it after I drown
*

* Lyrics Washed Away by Arrested Development

Respect

Revulsion rose up and everything in me wanted to keep walking and ignore what I saw. Barely had I gone two more steps when I knew what I was supposed to do. I made my way back to my car. Kleenex seemed less than adequate so I found a flyer talking about some seminar of signs and wonders I was never going to. The paper was quite thick in its construction though.

I walked back to the playground that children came to enjoy. Bending down I kept thinking to myself, “Did you ever think you’d be led to do this?” Using the flyer, I scooped the dried condom up and put it in a nearby trashcan. Revulsion still flooded my senses but I felt no anger, only sorrow. When we have no respect for ourselves, how can we possibly respect others?

Freedom Cannot Rest

We who believe in freedom cannot rest

We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

We who believe in freedom cannot rest

We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

* Lyrics by Bernice Johnson Reagon, sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock

Our freedom is at hand

Isa 61:1 (NIV) The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners

Tolerance To Compromise

Tolerance is an embraced mode of thought and ideal today in our societies of freedom. Tolerance has “some” wisdom in a sense to understand how others may not always agree with our own thoughts and opinions. Biblically speaking we are even taught to “avoid foolish and ignorant disputes, knowing that they generate strife”. I propose a thought…tolerance is meant as a love language offered by those who seek to live peaceable with one another.

I enjoy soaking in the language of love right up until I am confronted with truth. We are never to twist the truth to justify being tolerant and even compromised. Tolerance for the sake of peace is an incorrect perception. Tolerance for the sake of our own freedom is again an incorrect perception. Going back to what the Word speaks when it says to “avoid foolish and ignorant disputes”; I looked into the deeper meaning of the word foolish. According to Strong’s it would mean, “dull or stupid, heedless, absurd”, just to be brief. In the dictionary it refers to “resulting from or showing a lack of sense, unwise, lacking forethought or caution, trifling, insignificant”. My thought process was that this word never said to avoid disagreement. It does not say avoid discussion just so we could be tolerant of each other. It spoke that we are not to be foolish in such things. It also speaks “a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth, and that they may come to their senses and escape the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will.”

In Acts chapter 17 when Paul came to Thessalonica, he did not come to foolishly dispute anything. He came in love, but would only speak truth. The results were divisive, and telling verses were spoken, “these who have turned the world upside down have come here too…And they troubled the crowd and the rulers of the city when they heard these things”. Paul and his companion Silas were sent elsewhere and this is where we find the encouragement to know what true tolerance should be. “And the people of Berea were more open-minded than those in Thessalonica, and they listened eagerly to Paul’s message. They searched the Scriptures day after day to see if Paul and Silas were teaching the truth.”

Accepting anything less than truth is compromise; it becomes the world’s twisted version of tolerance.

Scriptures 2 Tim 2:23-26, Acts 17:6,8,11

Be A Man

Walk like a man, be a man, man up, act like a man! I have heard these statements throughout the years used in many ways with many inferences. I sometimes wonder at how such colloquialism begins. I was amazed when I found there to be a scriptural understanding for these statements. To be a man really means to follow God.

1Ki 2:1-4 (NLT) As the time of King David’s death approached, he gave this charge to his son Solomon: “I am going where everyone on earth must someday go. Take courage and be a man. Observe the requirements of the LORD your God, and follow all His ways. Keep the decrees, commands, regulations, and laws written in the Law of Moses so that you will be successful in all you do and wherever you go. If you do this, then the LORD will keep the promise He made to me. He told me, ‘If your descendants live as they should and follow Me faithfully with all their heart and soul, one of them will always sit on the throne of Israel.'”