i was chatting to a friend the other day called Dan. he was sharing with me some simple truths he had discovered while spending time with Father.
[1] there seems to be inperfections in everything, everywhere. When we zoom in on them everything is imperfect. the wholes in our jeans, the blemishes in our skin. . . . but when we zoom out it all suddenly weaves perfectly together into a beautiful picture! maybe life is like that too?
[2] satan is the accuser, he tempts and then taunts, God is the great accepter, he leads us away from temptation and evil. who are we standing with?
[3] jesus died for us! not only that but God gave up his Son! that does not seem much but a loving Father REALLY LOVES and REALLY ADORES his children!
[4] God is our rock and our salvation FOREVER! Even when it seems as though he's gone; he's not! He loves us and is revealing himself through the Holy Spirit all the time, we just need to listen!
Profound and insightful, oh and by the way Dan is 14! He's a genuis and a man of God!
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
home
"it's necessary for any period to build it's cathedrals, it's necessary for any youth culture to have a sense of place" Tony Wilson
Monday, 30 July 2007
the gentle erosion
Thick darkness, huddled within urban wildernesses; a pretty girl marred by a shame she never intended; we tour the cynical surroundings as tired nomads follow whatever next. . . . .
Their statues remind us of heroes and myths.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly.
Our guests look lost, where have all the good guide’s gone?
Quick thinking, genius stored up for such a time as this
a brave bystander hurls themselves in the way; we take the time to talk instead of crashing into whatever next. . .
Their songs remind us heroes and myths.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly.
Our guests look scared, where have all the good time’s gone?
Stick to love, like jam on a kids face
a gentle wave of the shiny innocence we possess
we wash the shore and take back the beach making way for whatever next. . . . . . .
statutes reminding us of heaven on earth.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly
Our guests look hopeful, who can quell our gentle erotion?
Their statues remind us of heroes and myths.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly.
Our guests look lost, where have all the good guide’s gone?
Quick thinking, genius stored up for such a time as this
a brave bystander hurls themselves in the way; we take the time to talk instead of crashing into whatever next. . .
Their songs remind us heroes and myths.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly.
Our guests look scared, where have all the good time’s gone?
Stick to love, like jam on a kids face
a gentle wave of the shiny innocence we possess
we wash the shore and take back the beach making way for whatever next. . . . . . .
statutes reminding us of heaven on earth.
Old stories worth remembering, old flags still hang proudly
Our guests look hopeful, who can quell our gentle erotion?
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