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From the footstool to the Throne…Psalm 63: Part Two

By |2014-08-26T00:48:01+00:00September 29th, 2005|Uncategorized|

"I have seen you in the sanctuary And beheld your power and your glory." Psalm 63:2 Through the twirling around of my busy week, in anticipation of an exciting weekend, my body hit a brick wall with lack of sleep and a twinge of a headache. I sat for a few hours in the prayer room soaking in thoughts of God, how He's good, and how though I might feel quite aimless, He has perfect aim. Realizing that somehow I ended up on the other side of the nation over the course of a year, in a ministry and life season that is challenging and awesome, and pursuing Him under the knowledge that He designed me [...]

Chick-fil-a and a Thirsty Heart…Psalm 63: Part One

By |2014-08-26T00:46:38+00:00September 28th, 2005|Uncategorized|

O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1 I've noticed as I drove this morning that you can tell the morning people from the people who are driving out on the road completely against all will and sanity (them not being morning people). I was pulling into QT this morning and some person was pulling out and driving like a drunk (hopefully they weren't). I think non-morning people should have designated drivers if they need to be out on the road early (myself included). Somewhere around Beaver Ruin Rd I began [...]

Mercy: Part 4

By |2014-08-26T00:44:22+00:00September 12th, 2005|Uncategorized|

Oh the still, cool night. Seasons come and go, and one thing that I've learned is that Springs and Falls in Georgia are awesome. (Summer has much to be desired, but it's sandwiched between two wonderful seasons) Last night during service at the House of Prayer, during ministry time, I felt something move inside of me that I hadn't in a while. It was an ache to return to the center of my being. Contemplatives through history always referred to the "center," the gut, the motivation, the essence of who you are...the heart of the heart. Well, mine drew me to my knees last night. In the middle of the band playing around room volume of [...]

Mercy: Part 3

By |2014-08-26T00:41:57+00:00August 15th, 2005|Uncategorized|

I miss my friend Martin. Martin is tall and has a low voice, a voice so low that you can often feel it before you can hear it. And since low frequencies are omni-directional, you can sometimes hear him from a mile away. Seriously. ...OK, maybe not seriously, but it is phenominally low and you can hear him from quite a distance away. Martin is a man of great depth, even though if you were to tell him that he'd probably just assure you of his brokenness...but that's one of the reasons that he is so darn deep. One day in morning men's group Martin said something so deep that it shook my ribcage. He said, [...]

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