Drivin'

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Unbelievable.

This is the world [God] has made. This is the world that is still going on. And he doesn’t walk away from the mess we’ve made of it. Now he lives, almost cheerfully, certainly heroically, in a dynamic relationship with us and with our world. “Then the Lord intervened” is perhaps the single most common phrase about him in Scripture, in one form or another. Look at the stories he writes. There’s the one where the children of Israel are pinned against the Red Sea, no way out, with Pharaoh and his army barreling down on them in murderous fury. Then God shows up. There’s Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who get rescued only after they’re thrown into the fiery furnace. Then God shows up. He lets the mob kill Jesus, bury him . . . then he shows up. Do you know why God loves writing such incredible stories? Because he loves to come through. He loves to show us that he has what it takes.

It’s not the nature of God to limit his risks and cover his bases. Far from it. Most of the time, he actually lets the odds stack up against him. Against Goliath, a seasoned soldier and a trained killer, he sends . . . a freckle-faced little shepherd kid with a slingshot. Most commanders going into battle want as many infantry as they can get. God cuts Gideon’s army from thirty-two thousand to three hundred. Then he equips the ragtag little band that’s left with torches and watering pots. It’s not just a battle or two that God takes his chances with, either. Have you thought about his handling of the gospel? God needs to get a message out to the human race, without which they will perish . . . forever. What’s the plan? First, he starts with the most unlikely group ever: a couple of prostitutes, a few fishermen with no better than a second-grade education, a tax collector. Then, he passes the ball to us. Unbelievable.


[John Eldredge: Wild at heart p. 31-32]

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Freedom!!

Back in the Bible there was that old Pharaoh
Who ruled over Egypt and Israel
God spoke to Moses through fired up bushes
Said kick off your shoes and stay awhile
All of humanity was made to worship me

Pharaoh get outta my way
(God is sayin')
Freedom to dance
Freedom to sing
Freedom to grow
I'm telling you Pharaoh let Gods people go!

Worship now
Worship now
Worship your God
(let 'em go)

Well, we live in a country supposedly Pharaohless
But all over town and in churches abide
Powerful weeklings who practice they're politics
Stealing from Jesus his beutiful bride
Whether you're Pharisees, Sadducees, heresies
You best get outta God's way!
(God is sayin')

Freedom!!
Worship now
Worship now
Worship your God
(let 'em go)

Jason Upton: Freedom

I will not have to know

For His Glory, I shall wait.

I will wait for revelation -
of identity, of destiny, of mission,
of people to join to.

If He is not with me,
I will not go.
But when he calls I want to be
ready to trust, jump up and run.

But now, for His Glory, I shall wait.

Wait and dream,
dreams of identity, destiny
and mission, dream of people
who are already waiting for me to join in.

I lift my head up,
and feel it in the air.
Something is coming,
something is calling...

Shall my heart be prepared.

And there will come a day, with no more
questions, no more reasons, no more doubts
and no shame.

And I will lift up my banner
obey the command
and I will run.

And how will I know?
My heart will recognise my call,
and my mind will trust intuition.

+2.2

Tämäkin talvea.
Ulkona sataa - vettä. Helsinki on harmaa
ja loskainen. Ihmiset vaeltavat katse maahan painettua
kierrellen pahimpia vesilammikoita ja juoksevat päin punaisia.
Hakaniemen rannan yli puhaltaa jäätävä viima, joka saa
märän untuvatakin tuntumaan hyödyttömältä.
Kengät ovat jo nilkkoihin asti märät, lämmitävyysominaisuuksiensa
vuoksi aamulla jalkaan valitut pörrösukat tuntuvat naurettavilta ja
riisuessa näyttävät yliajetuilta viemärirotilta.

Ajattelin ajella vielä ratikalla munkkiniemeen, tarkastamaan seminaaripaikan.
Olen lupautunut avustajaksi, vaikka tällä hetkellä mieluisimmalta tuntuisi
kaivautua peiton alle, unohtaa ympäröivä maailma ja nukahtaa
talviuneen, kunnes pakkaset palaavat. Menneen viikon kiireet painavat
vielä hartioita. Tekisi mieli soittaa jollekin, mutten oikeastaan jaksa puhua.

Olo on jotenkin väsähtänyt. Taidan hetken levätä tässä surumielisyydessä,
annan otteen herpaantua ja vain hengitän. Lepään ennenkaikkea
ajatuksessa että minua kannattavat suuremmat kädet, iankaikkisten
käsivarsien varaan voin jättäytyä, loskan keskeltäkin.