Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Monday, December 20, 2010

hits the nail on the head

Wimberism-"One of the most damaging characteristics of the Western church is the hurtful way Christians sometimes treat each other. As I grow older I am becoming more sensitive to the damage that dis-unity & malicious criticism do to the witness of Christ in the world--Christians must learn to love each other..."

Awesome quote. :)
"I build my house somewhere
On memories of you
A hollow field I've made
And wondering where I've gone

In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel wings, marmelade
So I'm covering 'till my death

Lord although I burn I am so cold
'lo you've sent me off
alone in the wind you have let me go

Call of every nation
Call of every heart
a part of my own sense of what is right
a part of my own sense of where it went wrong

In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel Wings, marmelade
so I'm covering 'till my death

Everytime I am safe
Gotta find the fire
Every tear, every choice, every breath
You have let it go
Cause when misty skies won't last
only what is left is what you show

The call of every nation
The call of every heart
Part of my own sense of what is right
A part of my own sense of where it went wrong
Part of my own sense of what is right
A part of my own sense of where it went wrong"

-Jeremy Enigk, lyrics to his song Burn

Sometimes it's impossible to see how God is working in a situation.

It feels as if God has thrown us out, not wanting anything to do with us. & yes, we do deserve this... But we can always come back to His grace, always find Him again.

always find Him again...

Lord:
be my rock.