tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050481110726010622011-04-21T14:51:46.545-07:00Adoring JesusStrip it all away and what do you havejesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-76033895341227456002007-04-24T18:37:00.000-07:002007-04-24T18:39:10.465-07:00will be away 4/25-5/9no blog for the next two weeksjesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-81184507559378930692007-04-23T09:32:00.001-07:002007-04-23T09:37:20.016-07:00The Passion of the ChristI watched The Passion of the Christ again yesterday. Haha, for the fourth time. But this time was different. I watched it as if everything Jesus suffered was for me and me alone. It was quite the experience, as I'm sure you might imagine. Because I watched it on my laptop with my headphones on, it was very up close and personal. Extreme. As "Jesus" looked into the camera, He was looking at me, jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-72110948877236908672007-04-23T09:32:00.000-07:002007-04-23T09:34:57.240-07:00The Passion of the ChristI watched The Passion of the Christ again yesterday. Haha, for the fourth time. But this time was different. I watched it as if everything Jesus suffered was for me and me alone. It was quite the experience, as I'm sure you might imagine. Because I watched it on my laptop with my headphones on, it was very up close and personal. Extreme. As "Jesus" looked into the camera, He was looking at me, jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-32082260237323327112007-04-21T16:08:00.000-07:002007-04-21T16:12:14.553-07:00humilityThe ultimate manifestation of humility isn't us being desperate for His love as much as it's us EXPERIENCING His love and knowing that not only did we do absolutely nothing to deserve it, but we had absolutely nothing even to do with it. He loves because He IS love.Love HAS to have an object. And, therefore, it has to have an objective.And my..... it is soooooo wonderful. :)))))))))jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-21785853850905908192007-04-18T11:17:00.000-07:002007-04-18T11:18:34.721-07:00we all need loveDoes God love all His children? Of course He does. God has no 'favorite' children. In His eyes we are all loved equally.But that doesn't mean we're perfect. Oh no. I'm sorry to say. Not by a long shot.Though He IS perfecting us. Each and every one. Though the pain that sometimes enters our lives might make it look like 'being perfected' is the last thing that's happening. But sometimes pain is jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-40159076138034065482007-04-16T09:19:00.000-07:002007-04-16T09:24:53.515-07:00my fantasyMy fantasy for my family is that we'd be in a 'family business' together. And each morning before we began our work we would ask God's blessing on our day and on the work of our hands. And we would do our work with cheerful hearts and peaceful minds. And at the end of the day we would share a simple meal together with love and gratitude. And then we'd get out our instruments and sing and dance jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-2132109017246040572007-04-14T06:26:00.002-07:002007-04-14T06:27:31.819-07:00can you feel the draw Can you feel itCan you feel the drawCan you feel his heartdrawingdrawingdrawingCan you feel his heartreaching out for youon wings of an eagleas a mother reaches outfor her beloved childrenCan you feel his lovecalling youcaressing youwashing over youhealing youCan youCan you see his eyesblazing with fiery passionfor youFor your loveFor your embraceFor your allCan you see his lipsthe lips whose jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-35125681511104209752007-04-13T15:57:00.000-07:002007-04-13T16:00:06.015-07:00my gutsMy guts aren't very prettyare theyafter allthey're gutsGuts of painguts of fearguts of angerrevengeconfusionhatredYes, hatredHating the painthe fearthe angerrevengeconfusionand the needespecially the needalways, the needthe need thatclaws at meat my gutslike a depravedtormentedbeastNeedingHatingNeeding youHating youNeeding meHating me?My gutsaren't very prettyare theyNo, they're notthey're not atjesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-2953490104319730652007-04-12T11:46:00.000-07:002007-04-13T16:00:48.376-07:00God doesn't think I'm greatGod doesn't think I'm great.Isn't that great?!No? Yes... it is!!!! It really is! It's GREAT!No expectations and demands from God to BE great. Me being great isn't even an issue to Him. Because He knows there's nothing in me that has even the slightest, most minutest ability to be great.All I can be is His. That's it. And He loves me.You see, it's not about me being great and deserving anyone's jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-3894816561994991152007-04-05T08:10:00.000-07:002007-04-13T16:01:22.881-07:00knots and responsibility Human beings are amazing.living intelligenceflesh and blood thought.IncredibleBut they can reallydrive me crazyWell, almostTheir thoughts are likebig balls of knotted yarnAnd somehow I'm responsibleto unknot themSomehow I'm responsible tosort things outand makes things clearI'm the InterpretorAnd I don't want to do that anymoreI'm really tired of all thatthe responsibilityIt's not fun jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-10107576188932203132007-04-02T14:25:00.000-07:002007-04-13T16:02:07.277-07:00The Welcome "Jesus came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to Him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what He said."Mary, defined only by her relationships to Martha as "her sister", was placed under the eclipse of Martha's driving energy. But Mary moved to sit in Another's shadow. She took her place on the floor.Mary received Him.Martha onlyjesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-33332692339969815392007-03-29T09:43:00.000-07:002007-04-13T16:02:32.523-07:00not looking to things behindEver since I became born again, my life hasn't been my own. The Bible calls it "being hidden in God in Christ Jesus." Granted, that was more a potential reality than an actual reality (smile), but, regardless, it is the truth.Leaving the security of state employment was the first step I took in living that truth out in my life in a major (crazy?) way. And then making a big move geographcially wasjesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-72240017695157375312007-03-28T12:06:00.000-07:002007-03-28T16:18:33.307-07:00dependenceWe are born dependent. Dependence is our NATURE. We are born blind and helpless. We can't understand what people are saying or doing. All we know is instinctive. Our first exposure to the world is cold, bright, noisy, harsh. Full of drama, not peace. And we are completely at the mercy of our caregivers. Normally, our parents. Especially our mothers. Our vocabulary is, "I want, I need" or "I'm jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-38283514308690968022007-03-27T13:02:00.000-07:002007-03-27T14:16:55.922-07:00freedom from human do doI'm realizing this morning how task-driven humans are. We go from task to task. From accomplishment to accomplishment. From do to do. Do this, do that. Now this, now that. Scurry, scurry, little busy bees are we. And it seems most of our enjoyment only comes in finishing the task. A sigh of relief. But only if done "well", of course. And even with that, only for a second. Next! And on and on we jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-3383502581735752772007-03-26T19:30:00.000-07:002007-03-27T14:15:06.625-07:00if I just dropped deadIf I just dropped dead and didn't 'linger for days' lamenting my past and the missed opportunities and the love that never was or almost was 'if only'... how would Iive my life?I would live it totally different than if I were to 'linger' in a haze of Norman Rockwell melancholy. And that's the way I want to live my life, Lord. Full speed ahead. Not stopping for a second to look around to see who'sjesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-56576535270138746422007-03-25T08:24:00.000-07:002007-03-25T08:34:51.320-07:00changeThe changes feel like they're coming fast and furious.For Christ sent me... to preach the gospel, to be telling the good news, the Glad-tidings... not with eloquent wisdom or an orator's cleverness or the Cross of Christ might seem an empty thing. The Message of the Cross is indeed folly to those who are in the path of Ruin, but to us who are in the path of Salvation it is the very power of God..jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-12036651167181587482007-03-24T11:38:00.000-07:002007-03-25T08:24:01.927-07:00living a BS lifeI feel like I'm living a BS life. I feel like so much of it doesn't really matter. And the other part is mostly lies.Yeah, that's exactly how I'm feeling. And I really don't know why. Except to say it's all BS. Everything except Jesus.Ha, maybe that's the point. Maybe that's what all this is about, this feeling. This empty, hollow, angry, frustrated pressure in my chest. Or, it's a demon. Ha. If jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705048111072601062.post-76009097891971791782007-03-23T14:52:00.000-07:002007-03-24T19:29:47.654-07:00you'll never walk aloneThere's an assault on humanity waged by unseen forces. An assault I've been trying to believe didn't exist except in the imaginations of the superstitious. But the interesting thing is, if you believe it exists it makes things simpler. Not easier, maybe, but no more difficult... and much simpler. Knowing who the enemy is makes everything simpler. 'We fight not against flesh and blood'... why jesusiadoreyou@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359370418426746805noreply@blogger.com