Monday, June 9, 2014

The Joy of the L-rd is our strength...



"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him." - Psalm 28:7 (NIV)

Often a hard thing to remember; the L-rd endures our suffering with us, as He dwells in Eternity and forever He is crucified with us.  His Great Love is amazing, never ceasing, and ever enduring. even through all things that we ourselves could not conceive as being a trauma in our lives.  He knows, sees, hears, and feels - and has authority over - all that we go through.  Give it to Him, that you will be free.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

SEX IS FOR PLEASURE - a spoken word poem

(*NOTE*:  I know spoken word is traditionally done by audio / video only, but I wanted to release this first draft to you as soon as possible, so this is in writing only.  This is a very personal poem, and written from experiences I've had - I wrote this out of a feeling of urgency to speak to the increasing acceptance and promotion of pre-marital, immoral sexual activity that has become rampant in young men and women today.  I hope you can take something away from this.)



SEX IS FOR PLEASURE
From the writer of Unaccustomed to Simplicity

I just saw a title or an article
It was curious and grotesque
A newsflash of research
Burned harshly into the left side
Of my brain
WHAT IF WE ADMITTED TO OUR CHILDREN
THAT SEX IS ABOUT PLEASURE?
And here I am, fighting my urge… To scream
What would happen if we told our children
That our bodies are not a temple
Push a button and release the chemicals
Submit to our flesh and reap the benefits
Of self-abuse

I saw a title
And I had to fight the urge to scream
Because growing up for me
Was obscene
Being told that sex is for pleasure
Seeking men to redeem
And they to redeem me
Forgetting or not knowing that hookers get paid
All I got was laid
And pregnant at least once…
But that didn't count because
My father told me that sex is for pleasure
And daddy knows best
So I never questioned
Every man that [put] every suicidal thought in me
Every girl who said men are dirt
And still broke up with me
Every married couple
Who thought it’d be best to try something new
And everything that I’d done to myself
Like knives, scissors, my own fists and glue
Came from my father’s teaching
That sex is for pleasure

…Every dream I have about demons haunting me…
…Every time I’ve been raped by the adversary…
…Every thought that I’m not good enough
Because I started young and can’t seem to please myself
Even when I do math, or English or P90X
Nothing is good enough
Because the one thing I was good for
The one thing my father praised
Died with him in the grave…
Every time I bend to my knees
And Jesus tells me, “I made you good”
And I tell Him back, “I’m not good enough.”
And He still tells me, “You’re my princess and child.”
And I fight Him all over again
And He’s relentless and I’m a failure and He’s relentless…
And then I break



And He makes me whole for another time

And I begin to learn that sex isn't for pleasure…

It’s a promise and a dream
A land unbeknownst to me
A gift given by the King that one day a man will desire me
For my wit and experience IN LIFE and not in bed
That he will meet me and see purity
And not what my father said
That all I’m good for is to be played with
And all I can do is underneath the sheets
And that man will see me as a woman of G-d and an heir to His throne
And that man will tell me one thing…

“…And G-d Himself lay Adam on the ground
And dug so deep into his core
And pulled out his rib to make room for one more
A companion and friend
That is good for one thing
To be the daughter of the most High King;
To be my wife and best friend
And to listen and to speak
And to help me in all things
And to make herself vulnerable to me;
To hear with me the Word G-d promised
Because I myself was told
That there’s only one thing I’m good for
And that myth was sold and purchased by the blood
Redeeming my heart like a ticket that is non-refundable
Because my Father in heaven kept telling me one thing”

“You are my son and daughter, and I, your King”

Indeed sex is for pleasure, but that’s the last thing…

Unity
Peace
Struggle
Intimacy
Redeeming the flesh from impurity
Bringing you closer to me
Knowing you as no one else does
Because you’re MY LOVE

What if we admitted to our children that sex is for pleasure?

We’d have to be prepared to say a whole lot more.


(Artwork: sodahead.com and inbatmania.com)

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Random writing from tonight

There are times when all you know is the desperation of pain
Sullen to the world, ignoring the Kingdom manifest
The temptation of pain is something too much
For a kid walking down a rough narrow road
And the dust kicks in your eyes to tell you, "fall down."
And the night shines its light as if to mock you when you're on the run
And the rock scrapes your knee
As you tumble to the dirt
Face plant; rant; becoming one with the earth
And the sting in your eyes makes you squint and shut 'em tight
But the blood on your knee out-cries the blood in your mouth

Face plant

But along came a Soldier, unfit for the filth
Wiping down the dusty heads that crossed His path
He laughs and shines all through His own death
But never once planted His face in anything less than a crown fit for royalty

Or the breast of the Father

And the blood on my teeth, mocking my own head
Screeched and howled as the Man walked ahead of me
And when He looked back He saw a pitiful kid
Wreathing, screaming, and howling in sorrows

He didn't seem to mind

And He fetched a pale, dipped the well, and gave me a drink
As if I WERE fit for a palace
Dabbing the dry spots, drying the soaking tears
And all I had left...

Was dignity.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Quick Update; Bless the L-rd...

Generally I post significantly less during the school year, yet even that has significantly decreased since my laptop went up in proverbial "flames".  But even so, life goes on, does it not?  There has been so much encouragement, mourning, sorrow, joy and pain in the last few weeks, that while I'm having a few moments in the library, I feel compelled to share a few thoughts...

First of all, the L-rd Reigns, and all the earth will be glad, even if it suffers now from the birthing pains of the Messiah.  In the last few weeks I have seen both physical and emotional trauma, healing, redemption, FREEDOM, and ones burrowing further into captivity.  I watched an "empire" begin to crumble in front of my very eyes, and I began to drift away from certain things... and begin to truly seek what the L-rd has for me.

In the last 4 months, I have gone through personal triumph with campaigning - and failing - at a presidential election for my school.  This is a triumph, because in this the L-rd began to reveal things I had not realized about myself; He began to show me the things I'm truly made of...

...But that is for another time.

The most difficult things I've been witness to was those who were once close to me began to drift away.  People began swaying to one side or the other, and dwelling in their loss of self-consciousness... in the truest sense of losing the identity of ones self.

I won't sit here and pretend that that is an easy thing to watch.  It's even harder watching, and knowing I couldn't do anything.

But the L-rd is steadfast; He is moving in so many people that it is, at times, overwhelming to be in His presence.  Overwhelming with the knowledge that regardless of pain and sorrow, He indeed has experienced this so that we may know Him and He knows our sorrows.  It's not an easy concept, but Isaiah 53 says it all, "...He is acquainted with grief, a man of sorrows..."  This scripture encapsulates one thing that we all - at one point - seem to forget: HE knows our pain.  He lived it.  He died so that our pain may die with every nail, every tear, and every drop of cleansing blood that He spilled on our behalf.

Not easy.  But it's not supposed to be.

One thing the L-rd has ultimately promised is that the easy path is never the good one.   Sure, there will be times of rejoicing, and there will be times of righteous "bliss' - but even then we are fighting.  We are winning. So long as we cling to our G-d, we are winning and yet we have already won.  Because He has already won.

I challenge you with this, and ending this short note:  Rejoice.  For the day of the L-rd is at hand!  Rejoice in the trials and suffering, and thank Him for it... not easy.  But nothing good that comes easy will last.  You are fighting the good fight, and have won your place at His throne - so long as you keep by His side.

L-rd, I pray blessing, peace, and sound dreams and thoughts over your children.  Blessing and Peace, in Your Great Name... Amen.

'Til next we meet.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

"Oh, to favor the sweet hour of Zion. This, the hour of Zion..."

Oh sweet L-rd
This my hour
My fate

Oh sweet King
The hour is favored upon me
The hour I take my cross
Lift it high to You

My G-d, my G-d
My King who has saved me
Again, again...

Why must this pain wrench my heart?
The breath from my lungs
Cries for Your Great Mercies
Why must this heart ache
With the burden of the lost?
Why must this pain penetrate the flesh
And make ruin in the earth?

Oh, sweet King
I see the foot of Your Throne
And I know You have not left me here

And I tremble in Your wake
I make ashes and You turn them to dust
Upon my face
My tears stained the soot of the burden

I tremble...

You wipe my brow
And the ash rises to the Throne

And here I am
Sitting at the footstool.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Checking up...

Hi all, as I get ready to go to bed, I keep thinking about my blog and how sometimes it suffers due to work and school.  On the off-season, I have the pleasure of writing nearly every day, ad at least every week.

I appreciate your patience as I get ready to finish the first leg of my journey.

Right now is an intense time, as I'm in school, working at my school, preparing to move out of my current city and being thrust into the application process of the four-year university... It can be overwhelming.

This is what I'm listening to right now, right as I type this.  It's a song that's meant a lot to me, and I hope it means the same in one way or the other to you.

My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Psalm 62:7 NIV


Goodnight my readers!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

A Note from Facebook...

"And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters." Romans 8:27-29, NIV.

...We have been called to His purpose... How lovely is this, that even through the darkness and trials, we have been chosen among the elite of the world that we should be the ones to proclaim His love and mercies throughout the generations.  My G-d is an amazing and divine being, that His love and faithfulness is sovereign over all iniquities... So much that He took them all and nailed them to the cross, that He would have all authority, in heaven and on earth, to cast out all things not of His Will.

Such a beautiful G-d, of mercy and compassion that we yet do not understand... And possibly will not until the day of His return.

Blessed are You, L-rd my G-d - King of the universe; for You have provided the Bread of Life, and the spring of Living Water... Amen.