O How Music Speaks

These two songs speak deeply into what has been going on in my life these past few months.

The Good Hand
By Woven Hand
I am nothing without
his ghost within
and all your wooden eyes cannot see
the good hand upon me

I took my shelter neath a familyre tree
im livin where I come from
I am I am my fathers son
see the good hand
see what the good hand done

leave it lye
let it go to ruin
to be blown thin by the wind
a heavy drone
a heavy sway
girl I love to see you talk that way

I live
I live among them
and they breath forth fire
I run
I run fast and then
I do not tire
for the good hand upon me

I see you've chosen to lose your way
to greed with a clank for nothin'
keep your word
captive in thought
you will give all
you will give all you've got
to the good hand upon me
she will understand
from the bottom of her heart
embellished by pains engraving
just
how great thou art

Glass Eye
By Woven Hand
deeply shaken see I come that way
ill at ease in my own skin
I hum along to the down home drone
down in my soul to stay
ain't gonna listen to my own noise
even though I love the sound
it come back hollow on hollow
when it come back around
back around

quick to anger and quick to speak
afraid to lose these things not mine to keep
the spirit is willing the flesh is weak

how long have you been standing there
only here a lonley man
I do
I get behind myself
grieved in my spirit by my hands
seemes he has turned his head
this collector of useless clutter
somethin now has caught his eye
now his words only stumble out in stutters

The Danger of Sports Balls (Or: Why I have a hard time trusting God occasionally.)

I am afraid of sports balls. No, not in that weird phobia way like they show on The Maury Povich show, people confronting their fear of tomatoes or rocks. I am afraid of sports balls because they hurt. You see, all my life my face has been a magnet for these bouncing objects of death. Now by the grace of God, I have never been hit in the face with a bowling ball. That is surely why I am so pretty. Just kidding. Because of the pain caused by these rubberized decapitators, I have a hard time trusting them.

Recently, I have begun to wonder how much my relationship with sports balls reflects my relationship with God. Now, He hasn't ever hit me in the face and given me a black eye, but there are times that I wonder if He truly does desire good for me. Often I wonder if I can really trust Him with me: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I mean, can God handle this broken, awkward, accident prone guy who still sins every so often.

I ask this because I believe He has given me very specific dreams about my future, things that stir my heart. One such desire is to be a husband and a father who loves my wife passionately and raises his children with the knowledge that they are loved and valued because God says they are. But when dating is hard and I become this awkward and sometimes creepy ball of nerves, I wonder if this dream will ever become a reality.

The there is the desire to reach others with the gospel. As many of you know I have a heart for Muslims and for helping others see what living in community is all about. Yet, I continue to sin. Now, I know that I live in the flesh till the day I die, but it is maddening to fear screwing up big time and bringing shame to the people I love.

Honestly, I feels as if I am constantly coming up against this issue. Thankfully, in the midst of it all, I continue to find the truth of the Word of God and His people who are continually speaking into my life (though some do more harm than help).

It is this hope of trust that I have to lean on. You see, God and I have a long history on which I can rely. Many times I have sinned, and he welcomes me into His loving arms. Many times I have seen the Glory of the Lord and felt His presence, only to walk away the next day. I know what Brennan Manning means when he says in his book Ruthless Trust, "... the personal experience of the glory of Jesus, the shattering encounter with the transcendent/ immanent Christ, is the foundation of the faith and the hope that forms and informs a life of naked trust."

My trust is no complete though. Doubt creeps in and I wonder if the Truth is still the Truth. But as 2 Peter 1:9 says, speaking of the qualities of the believer, " For he who lacks these qualities is blind or short-sighted, having forgotten his purification from his former sins." I walk who God says I am. May I not close my eyes or choose short sightedness when it comes to who I am and who I have been made through the blood of Christ. I echo the words of the father whose paralytic child was healed, "I believe. Help my unbelief (Mark 9:24)."

I choose to trust God, even in the craziness of life. I choose to rely on the promises that God has given and the desires of my heart, knowing that someday they will be fulfilled. I choose to trust that he holds, carries, and sustains this awkward child of God who desires after Him. This is who I am, a saint that still sins but know that God is in control.

I think I might go play some soccer now.

Broken and Trusting

As I write this, I can’t help but think about the movie that I have just experienced. To say that I saw it would be to lie about the profound story of this film and therefore do it an injustice. I have just seen the movie Magnolia. Some of you may say, “Oh yes, I remember hearing something about that seemingly obscure film that came out in 1999.” It has taken me a long time to finally rent this film, but I am glad I waited this long because any other time in my life it would not have made sense.

The film Magnolia deals with the lives of several people. Intersecting and intertwining, each person has a great deal of pain and regret that they carry around with them. They have hurt others and they have felt the sting of others as well. What is seen in each of these characters by the end of the film is brokenness. I first read about this subject of brokenness and the film Magnolia from a book entitled How Movies Helped Save My Soul by Gareth Higgins. To say that this book has not influenced my own thoughts about this film would be a lie. I do not seek to plagiarize this author’s work, I simply seek to add to the discussion.

All of this said I pose this question: Have you ever experienced genuine brokenness? If so, what did it look like? What actions had to be taken?

You see, I ask these questions because I have been broken again. I have been broken many times before, but this time seems different. I do not presume to say that I will never sin again. This is not the different I mean. I have dwelt in darkness for the past two weeks. I have cut others off from myself and plugged my ears to the Truth. It has been like being told a tornado is coming and instead of hiding safely in the basement, I run outside, tie myself to a post, and hope that the tornado might miss me as I watch it from a mile away.

Have you ever actively chosen the path of darkness and sin? Believe me it is not as fun as one might imagine. While watching this film I identified with each of the characters. Like Earl Partridge and Jimmy Gator, I carry around so much regret from the mistakes of my past. Like Frank T.J. Mackey, I seek to come home and release the pain of so many years. Like Claudia Wilson Gator, I fear to allow others in and to see who I truly am. Like Jim Kurring, I desire to forgive others and live a life of purpose. And most of all, like Donnie Smith “I have so much love to give; I just don’t know where to put it.”

I have come to the Lord lately broken from the fall of my sin, knowing that I actively walked away from Him. In so doing, I recognize yet again my significant need for a Savior who loves and accepts me, crap and all. Although I identify with these characters, I am not left to my own devices to find fulfillment of these desires like they are. I have the great joy of finding it in the Lord and trusting who He says I am. Trust is a very hard thing to do, and right now there are so many things up in the air when it comes to my future. I have trusted God before, and to think on those times is very sweet. Brennan Manning says in his book Ruthless Trust, “When we wander off the path, that trust pulls us back; and we do not flinch, hesitate, or worry about being unwelcome in the Father’s arms.” He goes on to say that we have confidence that this trust “gives God pleasure.” It is this trust that has pulled me back and allowed me to walk onward out of the darkness and through the brokenness.

Changes have been made and continue to be made in my life, and knowing that this time of sin in my life has strengthened my faith is an odd thing to think about. I guess that is what brokenness has been like in my life, realizing that I can’t walk in darkness, and turning from it to the trust and security I have in my Father’s arms.

I was broken
Every prayer that I had spoken
Reached Your ears and all my tears weren’t cried in vain
You carried all my pain
And put me back together again
You watch over me in the darkest valleys
You watch over me when the night seems long
You help me to see the way before me
You watch over me; You watch over me

- Aaron Shust, Watch Over Me, Whispered and Shouted (2007)

Where Truth is found

I am continually amazed at the various ways the Lord chooses to speak to us. From the smell of a magnolia tree to brighten my day and let me know that God is still in control, to a word of a friend, to even a secular song that comes up when my iPod is on shuffle during my morning walk. The very fact that God desires to be in contact with His people shows, in one way, the very depth of His mercy and grace. He could remain aloof, sitting safely on His throne, uninterested in the lives of His creation. (Thank God the Deists are still wrong on this one.) Or we could be puppets, ants that he fries with his magnifying glass at his leisure. (Thank God He gave us this free will.) He chooses us, and through Christ brings us near to Himself. So, today, read these lyrics by the band Audioslave. Maybe God will speak to you through them like he did me. He is still in control, though I have fallen and run away. That is what matters.

"Nothing Left To Say But Goodbye"

Just like a rescue of a stray dog in the rain I was

Hungry when you found me

And you could tell by my tail and my rib cage what was

Once around me

I've been chased by a rain cloud

I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around

But now I'm found and I won't run away

Bless your heart you gave me a home and a new start

And I will leave you never

Sleep at your feet and stay guard at your front door

I will keep things together

I've been chased by a rain cloud

I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around

But now I'm found and I won't run away

I killed myself, threw away my mental health but nobody was blinking an eye

Backyard, basement, falling on the pavement

Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye

Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye

It's true I ran away before but be sure

I am no tail-chaser

I know a good thing when it throws me a bone

I'm your best friend forever

I've been chased by a rain cloud

I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around

But now I'm found and I won't run away

Do you know Him?

This video speaks a great deal of Truth about Christ. It has come to my attention of late how little I have actually thought about all Christ is. I do not say was, for He lives. How tremendous is our Lord Jesus Christ? I wonder, do you know Him?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdU6zLiQ-4Q

A Beginning Again

Well, it has been forever since I have posted anything on here. I have made the choice to remove my previous posts.

So you, dear reader, may be wondering what in the world this is all about and why I would feel the need to share my current life adventure with the world wide web. The simple answer is because I feel like it. The longer answer is this. I am on a journey, as many of us are, of faith. My hope, my goal, and my prayer is that someone might read this and be encouraged if not challenged as I seek to outline a bit of where I am on my walk. My path has changed of late, as I have decided not to attend seminary, but to begin the application process for the Journeyman program.

A disclaimer about this blog: You may find some provocative questions asked and discussed on this blog. To deny them as a part of my journey would be absurd and albeit untruthful. After all, I am sure many of us have had questions we would never dare share in our churches. But by denying the truth that these questions have the potential of leading us to through our silence, we cheat ourselves, the Body of Christ, and most importantly what God might have to teach us through the very act of voicing a tough question.

With all this said, I am simply a man of 22 years (soon to be 23) who desires to live authentically. My mantra of ministry is that I desire to connect people with God, and then with one another. May this blog be only an extension of my ministry.

By the way, the title of my blog means The Adventure in Turkish. This is the adventure I am on, and there is no looking back.