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Wednesday, 02 May 2007

  • When crappy things happen all you can do is look to the good things. All too often we allow good things to loose their brilliance and be taken for granted. Consequently they have a way of regaining their illumination after less desirable events occur.

    Tonight I received an answer that I wasn’t expecting to hear. At first I was disappointed… A little heart broken even. I didn’t understand the way some things were handled but ultimately I trust that God has the situation in his hands. I have to trust that things are going to work out. Ultimately we have to trust God everyday. Any day something could change our lives in a huge way and the only stable thing we have to hold on to is Christ.

     
    However I am aware of some good things in my life;

     

    Conversations with amazing friends over the Hub’s finest brews.

    A beautiful, caring, and loving fiancé.

    And above all a God that is good.   


     

    Many times in life we imagine that we are supposed to take a certain path, especially when it feels right. Many more times God’s plan supersedes our plan. We are to remain faithful even when we feel we have everything planned and figured. Tonight a friend (who a lot can be learned from) reminded me that being in a place where you have no idea what God has for you is a good place to be. Another friend reminded me that sometimes God wants us to sit and be still. Indeed I needed to be reminded of this lesson.  

     

     

    This is the place where you are moved.

    This is the place where you change

    …This is where He speaks

     

     

    This is the place God can compose your life and let it speak...

    May He let it speak...


    Currently Listening
    The Ringing Bell
    By Derek Webb
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Wednesday, 31 January 2007

  • sometimes you write words

    don't realize its weight

    or its magnitude...

    but then when it's pointed out

    you think ...

    whoa!

    you stop and think

    to yourself...

    it just fits

     

    it seems to fit like the missing piece to a 500pc jig-saw puzzle new york's skyline. It was frustrating at times searching for the piece, and exciting at others. Then when you've finally found the elusive piece you look back and realize why it took as long as it did, why there was struggle, why you had to endure...

    because new york never looked so beatiful, had never held the same place in your heart, and never again will any puzzle or city.

    but the struggling has just begun for us. each day we are given new puzzles. and we may not finish them in one sitting or in one afternoon, but the architect didn't plan it that way. we're meant to struggle day in and day out in order for to seek guidance from the architect himself.  this is only the beginning...

     

     

      however,

     i'm glad to have someone to struggle with

Thursday, 25 January 2007

  • Grace = Discipleship

    But Jesus is not interested in the young man’s problems; he is interested in the young man himself. He refuses to take those difficulties as seriously as the young man himself. There is one thing only Jesus takes seriously, and that is, that it is high time the young man began to hear the commandment and obey it. Where moral difficulties are taken so seriously, where they torment and enslave men, because they do not leave him open to the freeing activity of obedience, it is there that his total godlessness is revealed. All his difficulties are shown to be ungodly, frivolous and the proof of sheer disobedience. The one thing that matters is practical obedience. That will solve his difficulties and make him (and all of us) free to become the child of God. Such is God’s diagnosis of man’s moral difficulties. – The Cost of Discipleship

     

    Jesus wants us and us alone. He wants to rectify the situation; he wants to wreck our world. Jesus wants to pick us up by our feet and shake all of our insecurities from the deep crevices of our pockets. Then after we are insecurity-free he wants us to enter into obedience and discipleship. Which if you’ve experienced grace Bonhoeffer would say the two go hand in hand (see the first few chapters). I think it is so true what Bonhoeffer writes next about moral difficulties being taken so seriously, even so much they “torment and enslave men”. If we were to shed all our insecurities and throw our burdens to the way side and enter into a practice of obedience our “problems” would then be solved and we would truly be free. We would then be free from the world’s grip of false security and know that the only truth, the only freedom, and the only security is found solely in Christ.

     

    So often we are told that we will find our value in the latest car or technological advance from Apple, or from a value meal or a new outfit. Striving for these monetary goals will only put us in debt that will eventually shallow us whole. When will we quit seeking satisfaction through means which have no end and start to develop a lasting, effective, life changing pursuit for Christ and his will? When will we become obedient to the call to discipleship? When will we commune with our heavenly father? Then and only then can we be completely free and fully satisfied.

     

     

              …it’s not about getting

     

                                 …it never has been …it never will be

     

                                                          it’s about giving

     

                                  …it always has been

                                       

                            Remember Christ’s sacrifice?

     

                                                    …Mirror the details of his life… be a pawn

     

    Currently Reading
    The Cost of Discipleship
    By Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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Wednesday, 24 January 2007

  • A Pawn to the Man

    A Pawn for the Man

     

    I am currently reading my favorite author’s latest release. He is sarcastic, witty, and hilarious while acutely bringing out life lessons for all to heed. I speak of none other than widely respected Donald Miller. His latest book called To Own a Dragon is about living life with out a father. One particular story I am fond of is a picture of a young Miller sitting in his youth pastor’s office bugging him (like many younger kids can do well) interrogating him about every book in the office and devising a plan to rearrange his office. Miller even suggests his pastor do away with his desk to allow adequate space for a putting green, disclaiming that Ronald Reagan worked standing up often and so could he. Miller has plans for his youth pastor add a mini putting green in place of his desk. This is the seg-way into Don getting his first taste of inking the steno. Donald Miller attempts and accomplishes his first journalistic venture. After this completion

    Miller and his minister talk about his work and the pastor begins giving some hints or advice. Here Miller says that he will ultimately decide his artistic direction. He emphatically replies “I won’t be a pawn for the man; I am not a fan of corporate”, How very “Donald Miller-ish”. 

     

    I’m a pawn

    I how ever, lately, have viewed myself as exactly that; a pawn for the Man. I merely see myself as a pawn in God’s plan. This string of thoughts has been birthed from some recent occurrences with a friend of mine. I befriended a girl this summer and eventually dated her for a bit. Through the time we dated I invited to come to church with me and she really liked the church and continued to come after we had split. Such as life we are all dealt a different hand and her hand hasn’t been easy. Since she has been attending this church people have really reached out a helping hand. For example people came together and purchased her a car, which is awesome! Other things have happened to her because of people at this church and since I introduced her to this place of community I thought I deserved a bit of gratitude. But who am I to fool, I deserve nothing God reminded me. I was part of his plan for her, his plan to better her, merely a means for his end.

     

    God reminded me that I am his missionary of sorts… his servant. I am to carry out God’s desires and receive gratification in that alone from Him. For God is the source of true, lasting, satisfaction and not man’s gratitude. Whether it be an ex-girl friend, a friend, or a stranger we should rejoice in the fact that they are at a better place in their life because of Christ, not any empty works that we have done. May God remind me constantly that I am simply a pawn for the man.

    Currently Reading
    To Own a Dragon: Reflections On Growing Up Without A Father
    By Donald Miller, John MacMurray
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