Solstice Carol

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Reminiscences of Christmas
Under the palest winter sky
Painted in a watercolor sunset
Upon the clouds of another time

As the years have come together
And wrought our storied past
Through loss and love reliving
The shadows our memories now cast

But the spirit and the essence
Of the coming hallowed day
Can never be diminished
But in a million stars displayed

Through a score and two thousand
And a thousand more, perhaps
The beauty is in the telling
Of that which shall ever last

So to this reflective evening
And to this holiest of days
We submit all our deepest dreaming
To the light of Christmas day

Knowing that this is forever
Held in a sacred place
Deep within our heart of hearts
Where eternity is embraced

Spirit

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I long to walk into the sunset,
keeping it ever before my eyes
But it leaves me chasing the twilight
Thus the sun will always treat me, until it ceases to shine

I look dreaming to the stars, untouched by my awestruck face
They will burn till the end of the heavens, unaware of the nights they held my gaze

I burn to be part of the music, that forever stirs my soul
To take flight with any instrument, to lands I’ve never known
But the music was beautiful without my song
And though I never played a note, the melodies will still play on long after the final  note 

These things are beyond holding onto
A substance beyond embrace
So onto God I reserve my worship
whom without it, would still remain unchanged
But with this shining exception
He sees and knows my spirit,
As He touches my upturned face

Embrace the wind

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Like a flag on a hill
A banner in the sky
As the clouds rush away
But the grey backdrop stays
So the cheer goes up
And the song still remains
Onward and upward
Ever higher we climb
The roar of the ocean
In a rising tide
Exalting the moments
We sing for all time
Chasing the furies
That leave us behind
So caught in the love
For which we all strive
Everyone feels it
And everyone tries
longing to hold on
To this parcel of life
We reach out to Heaven
With the beauty within
And all we’ve been given
To embrace the wind

Follow Me

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God

He was born to a virgin.

During His baptism, the Holy Spirit descended like a dove while Gods voice thundered from Heaven.

He was transfigured and glorified on a mountain top and spoke to Moses and Elijah.

On at least two other occasions Gods voice thundered from Heaven again, glorifying His name.

He also-

Turned at least 180 gallons of water into wine at a wedding.

Sat down by a well because he was hot and tired and thirsty.

Spat in the dirt and made mud paste to heal a blind man.

He wept.

He hungered.

He perspired.

Some of us only see the glorious side of Jesus, the God side. The Miracles and transformations.

Others dwell too much on his humanity. He was a man.

But although he was tempted by all the things that we give into, he never gave in.
Because He was humanity perfected.

He didn’t walk a perfect life because he was God.

He walked a perfect life because He was obedient to the Father.

When you find the perfect place in your heart, of knowing Jesus, and who Jesus is, He will tell you who you are. Then you can follow Him.

Gethsemane

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There is a place to which all must come
There its no one there for you
No one to watch and pray
The whole world looks away

I know You were there
Praying alone in the stillness that night
In the garden of despair
Drops of sweat like blood
And sorrowed onto death

Because you were there
You know all that we feel
We are frightened and dismayed
Not always knowing what is real

Save us we cry aloud
lost amid the rocks and trees
This troubled garden is all we see
In desperation we pray
for God’s love to find the way

Then in the perfect way of peace
And in the perfect way of love
The answer is made clear
By God’s only begotten Son
Not our will, but Yours, be done

In this place

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Look back in wonder
At the procession of days
At frost on a meadow
In sun-bleached array
Of silver leaves dancing
In moonlight at play
Or distant horizons
Of water and sky
Like water and Spirit
That opens our eyes
To all that’s unfolding
To all that has been
Still never yet showing
From whence comes the wind
To hallow this dwelling
This uplifted face
My innermost bring
Transformed in this place

City on a hill

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Been to a good Christian conference lately?

Before you answer that,
Let me start off with a few disclaimers;

First and foremost, I’d like to say that Christian conferences are generally a good thing. Sometimes even a God thing. By and large, I like attending them whenever I have the opportunity. Countless lives have been impacted for good and for God at Christian conferences.

But having said that, I’ve still gotta say what else I feel needs to be said about this. And I am absolutely not out to rain on anyones parade, but….

We are all still playing church.

The bigger the conference, it seems, the bigger the game we play. The rules are simple; keep everyone interested and happy. Don’t keep them up too late on the week nights, and make sure they make it home in time for the game on Sunday. 

It’s how we do ‘church’. It’s how we’ve always done church.

We spend endless hours making everything ‘perfect’, but we don’t really want to trust the Holy Spirit with it.
Give God an inch, and He’ll take a mile! (or an hour or two!)

And that is simply not safe, so the reasoning goes. He might violate our schedule or ruin our program.
So, we stick to business as usual, and we keep our schedule and our program intact.
And everyone goes home inspired, inundating Facebook with glowing testimonies.

But I just have to wonder, if it’s this good with us in control, what would it be like if we really, really gave it to God? What would happen If we let God take it as far as He wants, or as long as He wants?

How about radical healing and deliverance for ALL rather than a few? Or lives not only changed, but empowered to bring heaven down to earth?
How would it be if everyone found their calling and commission, and immediately began walking  in it?

It would be the church of the book of acts.
The spotless warrior bride awaiting her beloved.
A bright city on a hill drawing all men to the truth, radiating the glory of God.