Recently I've been reading a devotional book called "Exteme Devotion." It's put together by Voice of the Martyrs. It tells the stories of those who are persecuted for their faith, and how they persevere. I'd highly recommend it to anyone.
I realise that I have no idea what it's like to live in this type of oppression, nor do I claim to, but I wrote this as kindof a reminder to myself of how blessed I am, and to put into perspective what you think is important in life.
--"The Prize"--
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven...”
(Matt 5:10-12a)
In the cover of midnight
a figure darts by
his one faint guiding light
is the moon in the sky.
He could be home sleeping
but this means far more,
he arrives at the meeting
and taps on the door.
By the light of one flame
the bible is read,
through a voice without shame
the gospel is spread.
In the eyes of these Christians
a passion burns bright,
through intense persecution,
in the dark there is light.
Chorus:
Hear now the sound of sweet release,
as children live with deeper peace.
Seeking God with greater zeal,
showing that their faith is real.
Light shows in the east
as our brothers sing,
but breaking this moment:
a gunshot's ring.
The door is thrown open,
and soldiers yell threats,
they are dragged off to jail
still they have no regrets.
In the rows of dark cells
no thought of despair,
though hard trials will come
still Jesus is there.
And while falsely accused
by their captor's lies,
with hope they look forward,
awaiting the prize.
Chorus
With guns to their heads
they are lead away.
Soon their bodies will die
but their witness will stay.
As they cry out together:
“Lord think of me.”
the gunshots resound
and their souls are set free.
Chorus 2:
Hear now the sound of sweet release,
as children give their lives in peace,
staying true until the end,
now hear the greeting: “welcome friend!”
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Romans 8:18 -
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Conditional Consistancy
This is on Facebook, but I thought I'd throw it on here too. It's one of the first things I've 'written,' and maybe my favorite. So....
"Conditional Consistancy"
We humans think we're pretty bold,
But when the time comes and we hold
the opportunity to change a life of sin,
We freeze and tremble from within.
Our words were loud but our witness was soft,
We tried to speak out, but instead we coughed,
For fear that our image would be mocked,
And another opportunity slipped away...
Chorus:
The more I look, the more I see,
It all comes clearly now to me,
That the only thing consistent is our inconsistencies....
Conditional consistency
It seems we have a casual resistance,
And a seeming growing hard persistence,
Away from our Saviour towards our death,
We shun our Creator's life-giving breath.
We can see the speck in another's eye,
But all to often we hardly even try,
To rid ourselves of our obvious flaws,
To take our burdens to Jesus' cross..
Chorus
Bridge:
Maybe we're like the Pharisees; a "white-washed tomb,"
If in our hardened hearts we have no room,
For the very One who gives us life each day,
A humble prayer of confession I make today:
I am guilty...Of conditional consistency!
"Conditional Consistancy"
We humans think we're pretty bold,
But when the time comes and we hold
the opportunity to change a life of sin,
We freeze and tremble from within.
Our words were loud but our witness was soft,
We tried to speak out, but instead we coughed,
For fear that our image would be mocked,
And another opportunity slipped away...
Chorus:
The more I look, the more I see,
It all comes clearly now to me,
That the only thing consistent is our inconsistencies....
Conditional consistency
It seems we have a casual resistance,
And a seeming growing hard persistence,
Away from our Saviour towards our death,
We shun our Creator's life-giving breath.
We can see the speck in another's eye,
But all to often we hardly even try,
To rid ourselves of our obvious flaws,
To take our burdens to Jesus' cross..
Chorus
Bridge:
Maybe we're like the Pharisees; a "white-washed tomb,"
If in our hardened hearts we have no room,
For the very One who gives us life each day,
A humble prayer of confession I make today:
I am guilty...Of conditional consistency!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Hello Blogger...
ok...this is my first post, and that's about it.
I doubt I'll be very frequently putting stuff on here, but we'll see what happens..
Cheerio!
I doubt I'll be very frequently putting stuff on here, but we'll see what happens..
Cheerio!
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