Coming To A Website Near You
I’ll end up deleteing this , but when you check back
(in the next few days) you should see:
1. Link to the last sermon at Trailhead (yeah, I’m at it again)
2. Uploading some new songs
3. Info as to whether or not I will have a job and all that comes with it (like staying in this state of CO)
All this and more . . .!
[How dramatic
~MEH
“i’m All In . . .”
[insert beautiful, mind bending song . . . which hasn’t been writen yet
One line - I’m all in - and nothing to link it to.
Oh the music is as finished as it can be. Half verse, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Verse, Outro, but no words, save that one line:
I’m all in.
Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, not something I gave a second thought to: sometimes it takes a minute for the words or music of a song to find each other in the darkness of my mind. But this is different.
That line, I’m all in, why is it so hard to find a topic to which that easily lend itself to words? Is there not enough in my life which I would claim that this is the case? That I am “all in” and willing to throw the complete weight of my being behind? That there is no part of me withheld from seeking the betterment or completion of the object/subject/person in my mind’s eye?
As I finger pick and strum, slap and hammer strings, I can only wonder more deeply, journey further inside and question, while I hum I’m all in, waiting for the rest to rise to the surface.
Consider . . .
How much love there is in the world.
Each drop of it reflects the image of God.
When Hitler kissed his mom, that showed the love of God,
just as much as an act of service by a nun.
Is It Wrong To Have Someone Killed. . .
. . . if they are a person ‘who needs killing’?
Pol Pot. Hitler. Sadam. Stalin. No one really cried when they died. There were Christians who plotted the death of each of them, even believing that God called them to do it. Of course whenever anyone tries to use the ‘God told me to kill them” defense they are crazy . . . or living in the Old Testament of the Bible.
If we are His insturments in so many other ways (feeding the poor, caring for widows, loving “the least of these”), why aren’t we the swords in the hand, or the cutter of the brake lines, or . . . nevermind.
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Dear MEH,
Vengeance is mine, yo. It’s s’all good.
I ain’t sleepin’. I gots you.
Peace out,
Jehovah Jireh
P.S. You still owe me five bucks son. Don’t think I forgot.
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