[i first heard this song at captivating. it pierces me... these words have the power to strip me bare, reminded of how far we've fallen from our original glory. He's used this song to keep me focused on Him - on what He's up to in my heart and in my life. it's fitting to end this year with a song that brings me close to His heart... where i belong.]
i'm at a loss for words
there's nothing to say
i sit in silence wondering what led me to this place
how did my heart become so lifeless, so cold
where did the passion go?
when all my efforts seem like chasing the wind
i've used up all my strength and there's nothing left to give
i've lost the feeling and i'm down to the core
i can't fake it anymore
here i am
at the end
i'm in need of resurrection
only You can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead
what i've lost to the world
what seems far beyond redemption
You can take the pieces in Your hand
and make me whole again
again
You speak and all creation falls to its knees
You raise Your hand and calm the waves of the raging sea
You have a way of turning winter to spring
make something beautiful
out of all this suffering
here i am
once again
i'm in need of resurrection
only You can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead
what i've lost to the world
what seems far beyond redemption
You can take the pieces in Your hand
and make me whole again
again
You have a way of turning winter to spring
make something beautiful
out of all this suffering
here i am
once again
i'm in need of resurrection
only You can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead
here i am
once again
i'm in need of resurrection
only You can raise me from the dead
what i've lost to the world
what seems far beyond redemption
You can take the pieces in Your hand
and make me whole again
again
i need...
-- resurrection by nicol sponberg
12.31.2007
12.24.2007
defiance
it seems as though this year, my life has been one of defiance. defiance for God, not from Him. i've spent my life either ignoring God, running away from Him, or more recently, running toward Him. in learning to run toward God, i've learned also what that decision, that way of life, costs those who choose it. for it is a choice.
i've chosen to defy religion. i've chosen to defy what's expected of me by the world and by the church. i've chosen His way. i've chosen Life.
that choice has cost me.
it's cost friendships. it's cost respect in the eyes of others. it's cost community. it's cost me, well... me.
living fully alive - or trying to get there and stay there - is not a la-dee-da kind of life... although it is truly the only way to really live. there are times of deep despair, and times of unspeakable joy. there is pain and sorrow. and there is adventure - heart-thudding moments of being stretched beyond already crazy limits i've set for myself. it's exhausting, this living.
but it's worth it.
that's not written lightly. it really is worth it. i'm fully cognizant of how easy it would be to give up - to settle for a life of mediocrity and death, for surely my heart would die were i to give up. i know this, and that knowledge propels me forward when it would be so much easier to just give in.
i wrote earlier this year that i intend to live my life out of bounds. and so i have. and it's been glorious. i've never traveled more extensively, loved more ferociously, hurt more significantly, been more lonely, or lived more intentionally.
were i to choose to live a "normal" christian life, i would be a blip on the radar rather than the saddle burr i've become. my life challenges those who see it, or glimpses of it, really. my heart and my life have been most correctly described as renegade. i've also been described as a bulldog. a slight nuance, but a significant one. in the times when the pain of that particular observation subsides a bit, i wonder about the state of the hearts of the observers, that they would see and interpret my heart so incredibly differently.
so again i choose Jesus. and i accept the consequences of that decision. i accept the misunderstanding, the fear, the downright dislike... and through the very human reaction of pain and isolation, my spirit rejoices that perhaps the box, if not shredded, has grown just a little. what box? the box that we've put God into. my spirit rejoices that the misunderstanding of God's heart is questioned, if just briefly.
tonight, as most everyone i know sits in church - out of love or obligation or both - i sit here, alone with my thoughts and the desires of my heart. it throbs with wonder and glee at the cunning brilliance of our God, putting into motion a plan that will ultimately cost Him His life, in order to gain back ours. my heart beats in rebellion and sadness that this night has become about salvation. so easy to make it about that, right? i understand. so much easier to grasp the idea of "your sins are forgiven" than the idea of life restored and hearts renewed, and all that will require of us.
... and i can't help but think that He's grinning, too, heart beating in love and adoration and staggering vulnerability that we are beginning to understand. the lies of the enemy are being exposed. our mistrust in the heart of God is being proved false and unfounded... again. He proved it when He slipped into the world as a babe. He proved it through the example He set with His life. He proved it when He died. He proved it when He rose. He proved it when He ascended. He proved it when He sent His Spirit. and He's been proving it ever since.
amazing. my heart stumbles over the thought of the Holy One proving Himself to anyone or anything. that He continues to do so just staggers me. He continues to defy us, the enemy and the box we keep trying to put Him in. is it such a difficult thought to think that the God who lives a life of defiance calls us to live such a life, as well?
i've chosen to defy religion. i've chosen to defy what's expected of me by the world and by the church. i've chosen His way. i've chosen Life.
that choice has cost me.
it's cost friendships. it's cost respect in the eyes of others. it's cost community. it's cost me, well... me.
living fully alive - or trying to get there and stay there - is not a la-dee-da kind of life... although it is truly the only way to really live. there are times of deep despair, and times of unspeakable joy. there is pain and sorrow. and there is adventure - heart-thudding moments of being stretched beyond already crazy limits i've set for myself. it's exhausting, this living.
but it's worth it.
that's not written lightly. it really is worth it. i'm fully cognizant of how easy it would be to give up - to settle for a life of mediocrity and death, for surely my heart would die were i to give up. i know this, and that knowledge propels me forward when it would be so much easier to just give in.
i wrote earlier this year that i intend to live my life out of bounds. and so i have. and it's been glorious. i've never traveled more extensively, loved more ferociously, hurt more significantly, been more lonely, or lived more intentionally.
were i to choose to live a "normal" christian life, i would be a blip on the radar rather than the saddle burr i've become. my life challenges those who see it, or glimpses of it, really. my heart and my life have been most correctly described as renegade. i've also been described as a bulldog. a slight nuance, but a significant one. in the times when the pain of that particular observation subsides a bit, i wonder about the state of the hearts of the observers, that they would see and interpret my heart so incredibly differently.
so again i choose Jesus. and i accept the consequences of that decision. i accept the misunderstanding, the fear, the downright dislike... and through the very human reaction of pain and isolation, my spirit rejoices that perhaps the box, if not shredded, has grown just a little. what box? the box that we've put God into. my spirit rejoices that the misunderstanding of God's heart is questioned, if just briefly.
tonight, as most everyone i know sits in church - out of love or obligation or both - i sit here, alone with my thoughts and the desires of my heart. it throbs with wonder and glee at the cunning brilliance of our God, putting into motion a plan that will ultimately cost Him His life, in order to gain back ours. my heart beats in rebellion and sadness that this night has become about salvation. so easy to make it about that, right? i understand. so much easier to grasp the idea of "your sins are forgiven" than the idea of life restored and hearts renewed, and all that will require of us.
... and i can't help but think that He's grinning, too, heart beating in love and adoration and staggering vulnerability that we are beginning to understand. the lies of the enemy are being exposed. our mistrust in the heart of God is being proved false and unfounded... again. He proved it when He slipped into the world as a babe. He proved it through the example He set with His life. He proved it when He died. He proved it when He rose. He proved it when He ascended. He proved it when He sent His Spirit. and He's been proving it ever since.
amazing. my heart stumbles over the thought of the Holy One proving Himself to anyone or anything. that He continues to do so just staggers me. He continues to defy us, the enemy and the box we keep trying to put Him in. is it such a difficult thought to think that the God who lives a life of defiance calls us to live such a life, as well?
12.21.2007
mythic
allow me, then, to review what we have encountered. first, our lives are not a random series of events; they tell a Story that has meaning. we aren’t in a movie we’ve arrived at twenty minutes late; we are in a Sacred Romance. there really is something wonderful that draws our heart; we are being wooed. but there is also something fearful. we face an enemy with vile intentions. is anyone in charge? someone strong and kind who notices us? at some point we have all answered that question “no” and gone on to live in a smaller story. but the answer is “yes”—there is someone strong and kind who notices us. our Story is written by God, who is more than author, he is the romantic lead in our personal dramas. he created us for himself, and now he is moving heaven and earth to restore us to his side. his wooing seems wild because he seeks to free our heart from the attachments and addictions we’ve chosen, thanks to the Arrows we’ve known.
and we—who are we, really? we are not pond scum, nor are we the lead in the story. we are the Beloved; our hearts are the most important thing about us, and our desire is wild because it is made for a wild God. we are the Beloved, and we are addicted. we’ve either given our heart to other lovers and can’t get out of the relationships, or we’ve tried our best to kill desire (often with the help of others) and live lives of safe, orderly control. either way, we play into the hands of the one who hates us. satan is the mortal enemy of God and therefore ours as well, who comes with offers of less-wild lovers, hoping to deceive us in order to destroy our heart and thus prevent our salvation or cripple our sanctification. these are the stage, the characters, and the plot in the broadest possible terms. where do we go from here?
-- john eldredge (the sacred romance pp 147-148)
and we—who are we, really? we are not pond scum, nor are we the lead in the story. we are the Beloved; our hearts are the most important thing about us, and our desire is wild because it is made for a wild God. we are the Beloved, and we are addicted. we’ve either given our heart to other lovers and can’t get out of the relationships, or we’ve tried our best to kill desire (often with the help of others) and live lives of safe, orderly control. either way, we play into the hands of the one who hates us. satan is the mortal enemy of God and therefore ours as well, who comes with offers of less-wild lovers, hoping to deceive us in order to destroy our heart and thus prevent our salvation or cripple our sanctification. these are the stage, the characters, and the plot in the broadest possible terms. where do we go from here?
-- john eldredge (the sacred romance pp 147-148)
12.02.2007
Godhead
november 3, 2007. i was in jacksonville, visiting a friend and tending to my heart. hurricane noel had just brushed by, and we were on ponte vedra beach, looking for whatever had been uncovered or washed ashore by the wind and waves. i was looking at a small cliff created by severe beach erosion, looking backwards through time, exposed by the different layers of the collapse.
(this is the same beach i was... summoned to in the summer of 2006. it lies along the same body of water where my father was lost at sea some 16 years ago. He healed much in my heart that summer. this beach has become ours.)
as i tarried, i asked the Lord what He wanted to show me that day. He said, "I am faithful and true." i agreed with Him, praising Him that i know that to be true.
He said, "NO. I am Faithful and True." ahhh... got it. "yes, Lord, You are." and i got the sense that i was speaking to more than Jesus, my friend, or Jesus, my ally, or even Abba, my Father.
i felt prompted to look down and to the right, and i saw something old - very old... (as in 10,000 years old... a pleistocene-era upper right molar of a horse, as it turns out) i picked it up, and He said, "AND I am Ancient, as well."
to say i almost fell flat on my face is an understatement. my heart sang even as i trembled in the very real presence of the Holy of Holies - the Ancient of Days - the Most High God... the Godhead, three in one.
Faithful. True. Ancient.
Father. Son. Holy Spirit.
i am trembling, even now, as i type this a month later.
(this is the same beach i was... summoned to in the summer of 2006. it lies along the same body of water where my father was lost at sea some 16 years ago. He healed much in my heart that summer. this beach has become ours.)
as i tarried, i asked the Lord what He wanted to show me that day. He said, "I am faithful and true." i agreed with Him, praising Him that i know that to be true.
He said, "NO. I am Faithful and True." ahhh... got it. "yes, Lord, You are." and i got the sense that i was speaking to more than Jesus, my friend, or Jesus, my ally, or even Abba, my Father.
i felt prompted to look down and to the right, and i saw something old - very old... (as in 10,000 years old... a pleistocene-era upper right molar of a horse, as it turns out) i picked it up, and He said, "AND I am Ancient, as well."
to say i almost fell flat on my face is an understatement. my heart sang even as i trembled in the very real presence of the Holy of Holies - the Ancient of Days - the Most High God... the Godhead, three in one.
Faithful. True. Ancient.
Father. Son. Holy Spirit.
i am trembling, even now, as i type this a month later.
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