Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Reflections from Missio Dei retreat

This is something I wrote during an amazing retreat with my Moody Crossroads folks.
God was definitely speaking to me, and I hope something from this can speak to you.




Today is the day of salvation
Missio Dei, hope for all nations

Like Midas, I have a gift
But instead of turning to gold
Everything I touch falls apart
I’m a walking disaster, entropy manifest
I’m the original sin, my flesh is death
Drink deeply, but I’m never refreshed
I’m out of breath; no rest
I try harder, but am never the best  
Striving to thrive, but I just make a mess
Do I survive? Yes, but
I want abundant life. I guess I am blessed
But I feel cursed. I get away from myself
Can’t keep myself under control
I feel my body perishing; takes a toll on my soul

But glory, that’s not the end of the story
My body’s a tent; I’m promised a mansion
My spirit is stagnant, but I’m promised expansion
I’m redeveloped, now I am growing
From the seeds Christ’s been sowing
The righteous harvest of peace is showing
And the best piece is knowing
I have been loved, redeemed and esteemed
Received when I was filthy, now I’ve been cleaned
Clothed in white robes; washed in the blood
Seated in the throne room in heaven above
As I wait for the Day, I know grace is enough.
I was under the curse, now I know that I’m loved



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The heart of worship is a humble heart. It is a heart that knows in the presence of God, we are nothing unless he says otherwise. And as he chooses to raise some and lower others, we hold to the fact: his favor is undeserved.
So bask in grace; savor mercy. Condemnation fades in the face of his awesome love. We are no more worthy to be spared than ants at a picnic, yet he pays the price, the infinitely high price, to purchase us. To save us from our own desires. He had caught us red-handed, lawbreakers all, and dead to rights could have sent us to execution. But the righteous judge steps down from the bench and takes our place. he dies and dies and dies until the full payment has been made. He climbs back to his rightful place, faces our accuser and with the swing of his gavel He proclaims, “Innocent!”

Monday, May 28, 2012

Homesick for Heaven

This is a song which I wrote which was heavily inspired by 2 Corinthians 5 and also Philippians 3:20.


Hope you enjoy


VERSE 1:
Homesick for heaven
Life is so momentary
We cry out for salvation
We are so temporary

CHORUS:
Broken people singing
We will be made whole
Broken people singing
Hallelujah to the Lord

VERSE 2:
While we're in these earthly bodies
Until we're with our God above
We'll walk by faith, not by sight
We will live our lives in love

CHORUS

VERSE 3:
This is not our home
This is not our resting place
We are citizens of Heaven
We are Ambassadors of grace

BRIDGE:
Our Savior's gone ahead of us
Died for our sins instead of us
Now He prepares a place for us
That no one can take from us

CHORUS (x3)

Friday, May 25, 2012

Prepare (From Luke 14)

You ever feel like your life has just been preparation until this moment?
Like, you have just been getting ready?
He prepares a place for us. The only job he’s left us is to get others to come with us.


Yeah, now you’re at the table, before you lies the feast
And Christ is not a fable, he is the High Priest
Born into a stable, for 3 days was deceased
The same Spirit that resurrected him and directed him
Lives inside of us
Have you accepted him, will you be kept in him?
He is a guide for us

He died for us
So are you reflecting him or have you rejected him

Take a minute, feel the weight that you carry
You can drop it at Cross, or keep it till you die
I know it’s kinda scary, but I know it’s not a lie
Cause the truth’ll set you free, that’s a guarantee
You and I were blind until He let us see



If your life is a story, he is the author
Give him the glory, that doesn’t mean throw a dollar in the coffer
He’s not the Great Barista, he is the All in All
So he’s not looking for a part of you
He wants you all, the soul and the heart of you
Your strength and your mind
Let yourself be lost in him and I’m sure you’ll find
Peace and joy like you’ve never known
Though we’re prone to stray
You’ll be blown away by his love

Take a minute, feel the weight that you carry
You can drop it at Cross, or keep it till you die
I know it’s kinda scary, but I know it’s not a lie
Cause the truth’ll set you free, that’s a guarantee
You and I were blind until He let us see


Now you are saved, you are ordained
With Christ, you were raised
So be unashamed of the Gospel
Some people will be hostile
But the here’s the good news
The hard part is over
The Kingdom is closer
Christ did the heavy lifting
Feel the weight shifting
Your value is in existing
A light burden and an easy yoke
We can’t be bridled until we are broken
Well, he was perfect in speech
Here are the words he has spoken:

Blessed is the one who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.
Jesus replied: “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’
“But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, ‘I have just bought a field, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’
“Another said, ‘I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.’
“Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’
“The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’
“‘Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.’
“Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country lanes and compel them to come in, so that my house will be full. I tell you, not one of those who were invited will get a taste of my banquet.’”