as I look ar history coming to an end at the desires and on the timetable of WHO made time what it is...
I am a little than more concerned about our lack of knowledge about the signs of the time, or, I am probably ghastly offended at tha lack of concern for the reality of this screaming from Scripture itself. Simply Naive
people rising up proclaiming what to eat and what not to eat, people gathering for themself those who would tickle their ears, people being decieved by old wives tales, philosophies and endless debates that divide and cause no good thing for the salvation of man nor the ultimate glorification of God Himself. Simply Naive
I few years I was able to go on a deep sea trip with all the staff at our church. someone, the bank I think, to thatnk us for spending so much on finance charges, took all 13 staffers out to fish for the day.
took a couple of dramamine. got out to the spot, caught the first trigger fish, went below and slept the rest of the trip. missed the whole thing. comfortably numb.
when I was a senior in HS, several of us went to a concert at the MS coast collisium.
drinking and smoking on the way down left one of our compadres a bit worse for wear. he passed out and missed the whole show. Comfortably Numb
christians are missing the point and getting to caught up in politics and are missing the slow violent take over by a religion whose primeary aim is to kill jews and chrstians. Simply Naive
our viligence seems to have caught a twinkle out of our perifery and that bright shiny twinkeling thing is a prosperity gospel. have your best now. God has to bless you with wealth. after all, we are america. home of freedom of religion. Simply Naive
all the while, the middle east looks at us like a 6 year old getting in the way of a soccer game. Simply Naive
slowly but surely, our prominance will fade. Simply Naive
the issue will always be a Philistine and Israel thing. we will not be a player in that. read the book. it is happening and the focus is not on us. Comfortably Numb
however, our focus out to be about the buisness of the church. people still need dynamic pastors to lead flocks to spread the Gospel. Comfortably Numb
we still need to clothe folks and feed folks. we still need to be holy and righteous.
we still need to remain viligent, determined to carry out that which He left us with.
we must notallow Him to return and see us in a vegetative state.
we must not allow Him to see our drunkedness of self worth and status, I pray He does not smell the purfum we spay on us to cover the stench of idolotry.
we must continue to be the bulwark, the light house and most of all the truth speakers.
or have we becoem so compromised with sin that our words of truth sound to much like the politicians and wealth gospel followers.
"I'm just not called to be negative." Joel Osteen Comfortably Numb and Simply Naive
"Repent, for the Kingdom of God is at hand" Jesus. Christ, sits on throne.
Pink Floyd
Comfortably Numb
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
8.30.2006
8.24.2006
Saute'ed in wrong sauce
the word that seems to be bouncing off the rubber room of my distorted straight jacket mind as of late is agenda.
we all seem to have one.
we all want to think that ours lines up with His will and His way. it is as He seems to have chosen certain folks with out letting the rest uf us know that they have been made the spokes person.
we have several agendas here at our church. you probably do not have anyone like that in your church, but I live and minister in SE FL, where as I have learned as of late, the crazy train has it's final stop. sack full of crazy has either washed up on our beaches or been kicked off the lat stop on the line.
funny though.
those who would speak for Him about their agenda's rarely are interested in the salvation of others and the growth of the saints. but their ideas seem to be personal. thoughts of gain and thoughts of status and thoughts of well...greed tend to drive such agendas.
we as a church are attempting to herd all the dividing agendas into a coral. you know...kinda like a rest stop on the crazy train.
when all the opposing agendas are finally gathered together and the differences are finally dealt with and the focus has been restored, well Jesus will probably come back by then.
I went home for lunch today. as I walked in, I could smell the onions, green peppers, garlic and olive oil cooking. the smell permiated the entire place.
last night, our semi final fear factor for students involved them eating cow tongue that had been cooked in various spices. along with sardines, dog food, pickeled pigs feet, this left an odor that brought me to the brink of hurling on several occations through out the evening.
the stench of those who would put their own agandas ahead of the owner operator of the Church smells worse. it seperates and divides. no matter how much we try to gather de-odorizers and sprays that cover up the smell, it still stinks.
talk about wrong sauce.
we all seem to have one.
we all want to think that ours lines up with His will and His way. it is as He seems to have chosen certain folks with out letting the rest uf us know that they have been made the spokes person.
we have several agendas here at our church. you probably do not have anyone like that in your church, but I live and minister in SE FL, where as I have learned as of late, the crazy train has it's final stop. sack full of crazy has either washed up on our beaches or been kicked off the lat stop on the line.
funny though.
those who would speak for Him about their agenda's rarely are interested in the salvation of others and the growth of the saints. but their ideas seem to be personal. thoughts of gain and thoughts of status and thoughts of well...greed tend to drive such agendas.
we as a church are attempting to herd all the dividing agendas into a coral. you know...kinda like a rest stop on the crazy train.
when all the opposing agendas are finally gathered together and the differences are finally dealt with and the focus has been restored, well Jesus will probably come back by then.
I went home for lunch today. as I walked in, I could smell the onions, green peppers, garlic and olive oil cooking. the smell permiated the entire place.
last night, our semi final fear factor for students involved them eating cow tongue that had been cooked in various spices. along with sardines, dog food, pickeled pigs feet, this left an odor that brought me to the brink of hurling on several occations through out the evening.
the stench of those who would put their own agandas ahead of the owner operator of the Church smells worse. it seperates and divides. no matter how much we try to gather de-odorizers and sprays that cover up the smell, it still stinks.
talk about wrong sauce.
8.19.2006
Bulls on Parade
it seems to be that time again.
every night I see them.
everyday they tell me how much better things are gonna be...when they get the job.
everyday they beat one another down over things they have no power over.
everyday they try and tell me that they are the answer to the problems.
everyday thousands die of AIDS.
everyday thousands die of hunger.
everyday thousands die without hope.
everyday thousands die from war.
everyday thousands people with out Jesus slip into eternity.
I seem to be an observer.
watching. but not seeing.
listening. but not hearing.
each week we walk one step closer to the finish line.
each week the madness becomes more chaotic.
When I was a kid growing up in south MS, the big deal was the Christmas Parade. we went to the same spot each year. nervous excitement always filled my gut as we waited for the last float. we already had beads and candy. we already saw the Shriners riding on the scooters and go carts. all the cowboys and girls had ridden by. all the clowns had passed and all the bands and beauty pagent winners had ridden by in convertable vettes and firebirds. all that was left was santa. and he always came in on the fire truck.
the then cop car would fall in behind with the blinking lights and siren to let us know it was all over.
I had always thought the end would come in a flash. I looked forward to it with great anticipation. thousands have written books and preached about it. it just seemed like all that was left was the cop car with the lights and siren.
the scary thing to me is how we seem to be sitting in the bleachers watching things happen, but have lost the anticipation of the arrival of the Guest of Honor.
Heaven is weird to Americans cause we are fat rich, spoiled and sassy.
throw a frog into boiling water and he will jump out. or so I am told. but place him in cold water and heat till boling then he gets used to it and eventually dies.
are we aware of the heat? are the lights blinking? is that a siren I hear?
or are we just waiting for those who promise us better lives to turn down the burner?
can we see the lights from brightness of self?
can we hear the siren over the bleeting?
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells.
every night I see them.
everyday they tell me how much better things are gonna be...when they get the job.
everyday they beat one another down over things they have no power over.
everyday they try and tell me that they are the answer to the problems.
everyday thousands die of AIDS.
everyday thousands die of hunger.
everyday thousands die without hope.
everyday thousands die from war.
everyday thousands people with out Jesus slip into eternity.
I seem to be an observer.
watching. but not seeing.
listening. but not hearing.
each week we walk one step closer to the finish line.
each week the madness becomes more chaotic.
When I was a kid growing up in south MS, the big deal was the Christmas Parade. we went to the same spot each year. nervous excitement always filled my gut as we waited for the last float. we already had beads and candy. we already saw the Shriners riding on the scooters and go carts. all the cowboys and girls had ridden by. all the clowns had passed and all the bands and beauty pagent winners had ridden by in convertable vettes and firebirds. all that was left was santa. and he always came in on the fire truck.
the then cop car would fall in behind with the blinking lights and siren to let us know it was all over.
I had always thought the end would come in a flash. I looked forward to it with great anticipation. thousands have written books and preached about it. it just seemed like all that was left was the cop car with the lights and siren.
the scary thing to me is how we seem to be sitting in the bleachers watching things happen, but have lost the anticipation of the arrival of the Guest of Honor.
Heaven is weird to Americans cause we are fat rich, spoiled and sassy.
throw a frog into boiling water and he will jump out. or so I am told. but place him in cold water and heat till boling then he gets used to it and eventually dies.
are we aware of the heat? are the lights blinking? is that a siren I hear?
or are we just waiting for those who promise us better lives to turn down the burner?
can we see the lights from brightness of self?
can we hear the siren over the bleeting?
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells.
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