Voicing Heaven in Earth's Language

Where is order? Where is organization? Chaos is king, confusion reigns in each nation. Thousands of opinions, left and right Where are the cornerstones of wrong and right? Chaos has much might. Where do I turn? Where do I look? All paths are dark. Should I take the ones others took? "Light" is dark and "dark" is light. Where is what's right? The world feasts on opinion. What one believes is fine. Chaos has much might. Our eyes our blind, Our way is lost, Is there any right way to be? Right and wrong Are lost in the human race; We must have light to see. Chaos has much might. Each new philosophy claims a way out. In this puzzle, we've added a new piece. All this confusion is the meat, The food on which chaos feeds. Chaos has much might. Chaos crowds from every direction. Is there any other way to look? Above is the path, it's the only way out, A way that few have booked. For above is the sky An endless vastness, Who would attempt its path? The few of fait

Life is a gift. Sometimes that's hard to believe. I find myself hating this gift That for a limited time I have received. But what happens after it expires? Where do I go then? For those who've taken him, There'll be no end. For those who've taken him, It's more than it seems. It's no longer a nightmare, But the best of dreams. Eternity will fall to the ground Like a long-overdue gift. And when I see Jesus' face, The dream will shatter; Only reality will exist.

Nothing could compare to the autumn-covered vista laying out in large proportions before my marble-sized eyes. Only the great artist of our universe can paint such a physical picture and I feel like I am seeing it from his point of view. I noticed how beautifully the golden leaves frame the valley that grows into the snowy peak. The hundreds of different colored trees remind me that no color is out of the great artist's reach. I long to feel the soft grass and leaves massage my back and the clouds to hold me like a feather bed in this state of tranquility. The artist's final touch breathes the mortality into this picture framed by the stars. The invisible air around me that brushes all of my skin and the scents that the fresh air carries through me, makes me a part of this reality that's so beautiful and I'm the capstone of it. And when the artist invites me in, this art is destroyed from the inside out. The soft, mind echo of nothingness is something

The dark one is observing in glee. Dark and cold, but burning. His darkness sends hate throughout me. Sharp, his talon; scorching his ray. The grass whithers under his dark, burning spell. Give grace oh glorious, bright Son. My stone heart will soften and swell. The dark one will be overcome. He continues to push ridicule Through the hearts of many; the grass. Black, scarred, sinister This evil will pass. The dark one will be overcome Through much blood and bitter toil. The glorious Son will shine on, His millenial kingdom built over this messy soil.

Wonder of Wonders The water lingered on the leaf As the array of colors reflected and made a rainbow. The leaf slowly bent as the crystal drop delicately and quietly rolled off. The tiny drop made its mark And emitted a microscopic spray. A climber studied Mount Everest. In utter, speechless amazement he watched as The huge boulders and pure, white, powdery snow Created an avalanche like the erosion of a sand dune. He stared toward the summit As it stretched into the sky Reaching for a cloud. The spurting tidal wave threw the surfer from his board To the soft, shallow water. Another eight foot tidal wave, topped with a whitecap Like a pie being crowned with whipped cream Crashed head-on to shore. All wonders go beyond earth though. Look at space. Look at the meticulously designed universe And at planets regally rewarded with giant rings. What about the most Beautiful, majestic, amazing Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipotent Optimum, Opportune, Panacea The most deserving of extolment, The

Last night, God had a treat for me. Let me tell you a story first. Last summer, I was up at the Asbury baseball fields praying with some friends at our weekly Sunday night fellowship and all of a sudden I had an overwhelming impression that God wanted to show us "fireworks." At first I thought He meant literal fireworks, and He may have, but I didn't see any literal ones. Maybe if I'd stayed up there long enough I would have, because we waited until 3 in the morning and I was too tired to stay longer. However, that night God spoke a word through my friend to me about how God wants to give me wisdom and we also saw a sea of fireflies down in the valley where the cross-country trails are! Talk about some natural fireworks. Last night, for the first time since last summer, God told me to go firework-watching. Honestly, I didn't feel like it because it was cold out and I was tired, but I obeyed because I figured God had something He wanted to show me. Today, He

My Father, I have so many questions perhaps reflecting that I make life too difficult when it really just comes down to living in joy and fear and love before You. I want to strip away all the things I don't know answers too and just live before You in confidence with You and all that is in You, as my sole source of joy. I want to fear You and no other. I want to love You and all that is in You and no other. Teach me to receive Your blessings and enjoy the good things of life that You bring my way. I think sometimes that I have a problem with enjoying Your material blessing. Strip all away that I seek as an end in itself though. I have so many questions and they're all so introspective and random, perhaps reflecting my mood today. Maybe they aren't even legitimate or worth worrying about. I mean, who stresses about the things I've been stressing about? Here's one thing that I don't know if anyone reading this will understand. It makes sense to my categ

This is an area that is so important and I haven't given much attention to. I mean, I've been focusing on prayer and knowing God in the place of prayer, but you can't know God too long before He brings your attention to the things that break His heart. It can be summed up in this one summary: God's heart is broken that this world will not put its faith in Him-the very thing that Jesus died on the cross for. All the evil in the world is only a consequence of this fact and it helps to put the issues of social justice into their proper perspective. They cannot be divorced from this fact. However, that does not mean that we can deny the needs to social justice and simply focus on converting everyone, though that's important too. I need to be gripped with the compassion of God in regards to issues like sex-trafficking, genocide, Darfur, the "invisible children" made to do the work of soldiers, and the atrocity of abortion which America has legalized. We a

How does one figure all their vices into what appears to most people to be a godly life? I've seen anointing on my life and God's favor pour down on me, not because I deserve it but because God is faithful even when I'm not. So many people look to me for godly advice and I sincerely seek to know God and be authentic and honest before God. I have vices though. I don't just slip up sometimes, I actually rebel and do what I want anyway sometimes. I'm addicted to habits and things so bad and all they do is distract my walk with the Lord. I'm stubborn and arrogant often times and I see many places in the Scripture where God used people that were really sinful for His purposes. The fact that God uses you does not make you on right terms with God. That worries me sometimes. I so long to desire more purity and integrity in my walk when no one is looking, but my own self is my worst enemy in this endeavor. An announcement to non-Christians who think that Christi

I was able to do this very thing in the past two mornings. It is rare that the Spirit of God really enables me to enter into the spirit of prayer and specifically intercession, but the past two mornings at the Asbury House of Prayer at 4:00 am God enabled me to do that very thing and I found myself engaging in a privilege that God gives to all Christians, but few actually engage in! I came there so tired, but after worshipping, the Spirit of God came down and gave me a spirit of intercession. The hour flew by, and I left after my hour still in the spirit of intercession and unable to sleep until about 6 am. Why don't Christians really pray? Prayer is the medium through which God releases of the power of Heaven onto earth and yet so few Christians really pray! Most don't even have a deep comprehension of what prayer is! I have heard so many misunderstandings about prayer. Prayer may start as conversation with God but it's a whole lot more than sitting on your couch and

Romans 5:12-21 is pretty important for the second half of Romans 1 as is 1 Corinthians 15:20-24. I'll go to those in a moment, but back to Romans 1 for a minute. Adam and Eve knew God and this passage seems to refer to them and the curse we inherited through them, but they were only the first two among many. I think this passage makes a case for this. We're all guilty of becoming as they were: "futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened" (Romans 1:21, NASB). Wow! There's something very important in this passage which illustrates the point at which we're all guilty; not just Adam and Eve. Paul is talking about "them", plural. They, mankind became foolish in their speculations and their foolish heart (singular) was darkened. "Heart" is singular, meaning all mankind shares the same "heart" of hardness, unrighteousness, pride and suppression of truth. If we all share the same hearty of unrighteousnes