Hello blog world! I apologize for not putting up pictures from Hume yet but they are coming soon and so is a post to tell a little bit about how amazing it was. Until then I want to get this posted...
"As I look into the mirror man, looking back at me all I see is a mere man.
The world's perspective
A view that's often skewed to leave out Christ the resurrected
But by my good looks, my personality, my confidence I'm accepted?
Which by my rationality means that those that lack these things are rejected
Two perspectives
On the left hand, the weak hand, the world’s hand says this
The sun doesn't shine off of me and heighten my prestige
I shine off of the stars and illuminate the galaxies
Conceit and vain find their residence in my veins
As I forklift spiritual gifts from a blood stained crucifix
Only to use it for my own satisfaction
Selfish action tightens my hand down into a fist
Culture calls for this
But on the right hand, the strong hand, God's hand
Holds tears and sweat because I've never agreed with this hopelessness
So now as I look into the mirror man, looking back at me I see nothing
more than a mere man"
Let it shine, Let it shine, Let it shine
So much power wrapped in three little words and yet, we sing them like a nursery rhyme
As if all this time Lucifer’s power was just a myth
Power that’s Identical to the effort put forth to blow out birthday candles with
So little, so weak, so irrelevant
In our circles today, the great lengths of his destructive ways are as unclear as a mumble
We deny his impact and sit back while families crumble
Sons and Daughters sink deeper into depression Harboring bitterness from unanswered questions
While all the while we with truth engage in debate over spiritual don’ts and do’s
Paralleling the sweet love of Jesus to an insignificant fruit
Don’t get me wrong, I love bananas, I know that mangos are sweet
But the image of nails through hands and feet just doesn’t seem to compete
A mother, overwhelmed with defeat, uncontrollably weeps
At the foot of the cross as blood seeps from her son’s feet
What do you tell her when she asks “what’s to come”
In that moment it seems absurd to offer a cliché prayer or a melodious love song
Then why today is our faith a reflection
Of a catchy tune you would hear in June when VBS is in session
There’s a fountain flowing deep and wide but it’s so much deeper and wider than we can fathom
On Sundays we close eyes, hands raise give him praise, but on Monday…
We refuse that we have him
A time has come to replace faction with a greater understanding that the call of Christ…
Is a call to Action
To be the movers and shakers of this Generation Who are generally based in myspace Education
Who have taken Jesus’s words of “Follow me” and “Go”
And replaced them with a tolerable agree….. and NO
To understand that it’s not logical
In fact, it’s impossible
To give an account for the hope that is in us with an “eat” “drink” and “be marry” Gospel
It’s time to stop splashing in the shallow end of the fountain
And plant a real seed that will grow real faith to move mountains
Understanding that with Christ you can whisper truth in a noisy room and he’ll still changes lives
A whisper that is much less than the breath you use to sing
Let it shine, Let it Shine, Let it shine
Thanks to Kevin for these :)
