I got to preach last month at our Sunday night service. Got to speak on Righteousness. It has been such a blessing being at New Life in Pomona. I love this place! Thank you Cody, Craig and Billy.
I got to preach last month at our Sunday night service. Got to speak on Righteousness. It has been such a blessing being at New Life in Pomona. I love this place! Thank you Cody, Craig and Billy.
Older Poem from a couple years ago..
To all the teens that have passed through Kansas City and to all the
teens that skate in my neighborhood, this is for you. The song
‘Teenage Wasteland” by The Who ring real loud. For I don’t want to be
one that wastes that time I have been given and I don’t want to see a
generation wasted away either. Here’s my reflection.
Teenager
Teenage wasteland cries out from
The ground, there are souls all
Around, their skateboards
Hit the ground, their dreams
Hit the clouds, their memories
Are real loud
The teen and the American dream
Hit me in the chest and take me
To the best places
Hope they need, can they succeed,
Kickflipped they live, hardflipped
Over and over by a world that
Forgets living forever, skaters
Jaded, jeans ripped, sun stripped
With the beach in the purview,
With dreams in the rear view,
Goths and punks, smoke
Smelling of skunks, dried
And tried they are, tired of
Corporate lies, the machine
Doesn’t faze them, the world
Does haze them
For misunderstood they walk
For parenthood is the chalk
That chases and draws the
Dead bodies in the cement
Does it ever occur that these
Kids are the future? The change,
The groove, the point to prove
Or have I lived to long in my
Own waste of time and gadgets
And endless sunsets of days
Gone by, have I been to busy
To see the skaters and the haters
That walk by me daily, hopped
Up on their ipods, hopped up
On drugs, have I become just
As needed as them—in need of
The wasteland to end and life
To begin
To the teens of America
Help me understand these
Gaps I live in
Down with the roaches
Now I have all these approaches
Lowly on a colt
Lightning in the bolt, I am full of the cult
I sipped it for years—
Are we sick with wondering
Or are we just wandering?
Hopeless romantic,
Feeling pedantic,
The rules have changed
The terrain has shifted
No longer does man choose love or
Choose good or choose anything anymore?
Lovers of self, lovers up on the shelf,
Saving mercy for a rainy day,
A storm to come,
Our love is on numb,
This pain is growing
The gadgets are losing their grip
Its an endless maze of what is next—
Bigger, faster but worse and worse it
Gets—cycles of regret, adulthood is
An ever evolving force–
Its remorse, but really it is not
Its regret but really its apathy
Its pleasure, its endless pleasure
But to what measure? To what end?
To where now can we comprehend?
Its evil all around, its a lie to believe anything else
Its still a choice, I choose heaven, not Hell
1Cor.13:11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
How you mature into an adult is largely based on your revelation and experience of God’s love. If fear is a result of no love or very little then a fear of growing up takes place. Taking ownership of your emotions, experiences, and choices all flows from a high vision of God’s goodness. If we are immature then it could be from a low vision or no vision of who God says He is. I seek to mature and to help others do the same. Paul is also telling us to put away childish ways in community not just as individuals. Thoughts?
If the prophetic word is people repeating what everyone else repeats then either it seems original but it’s not or God uses fluffy empty words to test the church. It seems like the abundance of words that all sound the same says more about our lack of depth in the word then the words themselves.
I love prophecy for edification and building up but on the other side is the fact that I don’t need anymore words or confirmations.I have the written word and is that not enough? Sometimes we crave direction from the “prophet” instead of abiding in the one that we are to follow with our all of our hearts. The tension will always be what has already been said and how to test what is being said. I crave the real thing. (Ephesians 4:14-15)
Their is a common misconception to how we are to present the truth. Most of our approach aims at getting people to do three things: 1. Stop your bad thoughts 2. Say good things over yourself 3.tap into some inner goodness and when you do you will and can treat people better.
I don’t know everything but I do know that many sermons can have these three semi true things in them. It hurts our ears to hear that none is righteous no not one! But freedom comes when we rejoice in the good news because of the bad news. I am awesome in God and also not awesome ever because of my pride and arrogance. Their is no such thing as stopping bad thoughts or simply just conjuring up positive phrases for morning mirror time(though I look in the mirror all the time smile emoticon ) yes and no to all of this. I replace the bad with something true and I speak what is true but part of being a truth lover is realizing both sides of the story. I am royalty and I am also homeless. I am blessed but I also don’t deserve anything God has chosen to give me. I am not special even if my third grade teacher said I was. Jesus is special but not always does it need to be my unique traits have to outweigh who God is.
A little rant for you. The older I get the more I realize what I need and what we need is both sides of this sword called the Gospel. Thoughts?
Inspiration comes from many places. Most of the time it is from a reaction to what is happening around you that goes to a deeper place of what is going on inside of you mixed with some music that plays in your ipod…this is one of those reflections in light of the last few days..(the endless barrage of facebook comments on gay marriage)
Plane Mercy on the runway
Living like a runaway—carried
Away with darkness, at the edge
Of night, with bright eyes for the
Fight, Skinny love for the skinny latte,a
For the drinks you never drink,
For the shots on the jetway,
For the Samsonite of dreams
You carry so closely, endless
Nights of the getaway—the world
Is ready for a change, a change of
Heart—mercy cries out from inside
Of me, blinders for the blunders,
Pain for the miracles we don’t see—
Faith is of little substance to the
Stubborn heart—
Mercy for the start,
O God, mercy for the finish.
Mercy for the bumper sticker
Fish and its Darwin defeat,
Mercy for the politics in the
Name of love, mercy for the
Next president that sleeps in
Arrogance, that blinks with
Weary eyes, mercy for the
Red eyes in me, that want to
Live what I say,
Mercy for the jetway,
This plane is leaving soon
Mercy for the travels soon
To come, for the mission You
Give us
Mercy for the form
Mercy for the form without power
Mercy for the self-righteous parts of
This fight,
Mercy for the marriages on display
Mercy for the kids not yet spoken
For, mercy for the little sister,
Mercy for the boredom,
Mercy for the borders,
Mercy for the edges of Your ways
For where are they recently?
Mercy for the grace I need,
Mercy to try and succeed
Mercy for the love You have
Mercy for the vapid sentences
For the rapid memories of this
Small existence,
Mercy for the colors in the rainbow
For the division in me, for the racist
Slurs beneath my breath, for
The slow giving of second chances
For the debts I collect when love
Has no record of owing anything, no loans,
No recollection of dysfunctions way past
Your bed time, mercy for the bad dreams,
Mercy for the depressed lost in the dark,
Mercy for the spark we call zeal, we call
God willing I die in red, white and blue!
Mercy for this land we call freedom,
Mercy for bleeding abortion,
Mercy for the hemorrhage of
Judgment that seems to be rising
On the inside, mercy for the flames
We call the future, mercy for the Lake
Of Fire, but mercy for Daniel’s fire,
A fiery river of righteous,
Mercy for the way we say it
Mercy for the way we must live it
Mercy for the cracks we have
Caused, for the apples we have
Taken without Your permission,
Mercy for the three day rule of
Speaking things out, mercy for
The thrice days of resurrection
Ways, of dying again to being
The center of attention,
Mercy for the things I say
But more mercy for the
Things I don’t do,
Mercy for the lack of
Follow through, for not
Really following You,
Til death do us part
In sickness and in health
In rainbows or in puddles
Of quicksand, of problems
Just for living on this land
For saying Yes to Christ
No matter the cost,
For seeking the lost
For living for love
Mercy for our lack of
Grace and our zealous
Love for the truth diplayed
In the wrong ways
Mercy for the future
That you hold in the
Palm of Your hands
From my Facebook page:
Sometimes I wonder if pain from parents in our child hood has a dynamic connection to who we are in Christ and where we are going in God. It can be a form of warfare from the enemy. But the key is to honor and be a peacemaker in our relationships. I do believe in generational curses/sin but the way in which the curse gets broken is in one word: change. Change and do what it takes to not follow any form of brokenness that has been passed down to you. All of this starts with gratitude and honor for where you are at today and how much Father’s are apart of our journey.
Some comments from my FB page:
It seems controversial to say that God’s love is the most important thing we could ever pursue and in just reading Paul we see that we gain nothing, we are nothing and we have nothing without God’s love. However, it is just as controversial to only talk about love apart from the entirety of who God is apart from love but not seperate from love. The book Love Win’s stirred so much confusion yet in essence the title itself is part of the problem. It is not just about God’s love. In regards to Hell it is not just about love. Hell is not for those who didn’t learn how to love. Hell is for those that did not repent. It is for those that did not believe. It is for those that lived in wickedness. I know what many would think in hearing this: this is just what us Christians do..we condemn people and tell everyone they are going to Hell!
Well, yes and no. All I am saying is that God’s love is one part of the story and in its own sort of revolving way the main part of the story. Yet, lawlessness is what causes people’s love to grow cold. A love of pleasure rather then the love of God is what marks the end-time heart posture. We cannot preach love without also preaching repentance. We cannot talk just about loving without also realizing how depraved and wicked we are and can be.
I think the response of the “world” that Christians just condemn other people is probably true a lot of the time but we have to ask ourselves why that is? If we just talk about love with sentiment attached to it then what difference do we make? THe Gospel has all of God and all of God is scary good. Clearly from 1 Cor. 6 and Ephesians 5 love is not really mentioned in those who do not inherit the Kingdom of God. Love and holiness and God’s righteousness all flow together and all work together. It is also interesting to add that John the Baptist didn’t talk about love He talked about repentance for the Kingdom was near’ and the result of his ministry was getting his head chopped off. Thoughts?
It’s a Sunset boulevard kind of hard
The one with the fancy business card
Apostle it should say for this Prophet
To pay to stay—I am wild now in a newer
Kind of way, bus stops daily in this city called
A cavity, called a dearth of ideas and an earth
Of repairs needed—I hoist up this pride for
Lord Stanley to take it from me, nothing in
This life ever seems free—free fall for the
Past days of sunset getaways, to much
Sand to sift through now but I am lost
Never for the wrong reasons, it was once
With the many seasons but better is getting
Bigger for this heart is expanding for You—
Happy is a disease that eats away at us,
Fast cars and tight clothes, the more skin
The more sin to peel back, naked and ashamed
In that garden rain, sin was plain to paste, to
Private to post—where are you now?
I am hiding on Sunset boulevard
I am passing out my starry business
Card—Apostle is me for have I not seen
The Lord? He is risen, He is in heaven but
Is He living in me? Hard is overrated, rather
Impossible is the future—how to love better
Than the past warfare seasons—we have not seen
Anything yet
The best storms are the one’s You create,
Love like an umbrella, better than Coachella is
A sound to come, a new Song to sing, but deep
Is where we got to go, deep into that uncomfortable
Are the blind at our feasts? Or are we to blind to see?