Thursday, June 21, 2007

words words words....with a sprinkle of meaning
In the search for truth we follow great but fleeting scents I catch upon the wind. They lead us in their direction, in frantic desperate steps. Then fade away into the mire of the familiar smoke of heavy lies surrounding us. We are confused, with no other choice, walking slowly, in the direction, stumbling along like children in the dark. Until we catch the scent again and run.

They are all honest humble steps

Though taken by a fools and a thieves

Be patient, I must go slowly…be patient with me.



Tuesday, August 14, 2007

connections
At what level must we connect with people in order to love them?

how vulnerable must we become.

Saul wrote, "above all things guard your heart, for it is the well spring of life." Can i still truly love and have deep connections with people and still "guard my heart?"

or to truly love in the way that Christ loved and in the way that brings true freedom must I be willing to show my heart and in the same way make it vulnerable. Vulnerable to already broken people...the kind that are most likley to hurt it.

Or i can stand on the outskurts. Have friends, showing as much grace and love as possible but never allowing them to enter in. to come to that dangerous vulnerable place, instead always make sure i am able to walk away easly if need be.

"above all else guard your heart, for it is the well spring of life."

a couple of questions for my mind to consider and my soul to wrestle with.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A blog on Blogs, (aka) a blog blog, (aka) Thoughts on blogging.
I love blogging. I love the idea of putting ones thought out there in a cohesive and organized manor. Which is in stark contrast to how we often feel we are communicating ourselves to the world.

I love the idea of reading someone's thoughts. Weather they be broken of triumphant. I like people's thoughts. Especially when they are humble and honest... proud posers need not apply.

I would do it much more except that one though nags at me as I set to type out the jumbled mess that is my thoughts, "why am I doing this?"

On the one hand I think that honesty is a main path to our freedom. The ability to be completely truthfull with who you are and how you think and feel, putting it all out there for any and all to read (and if they must) judge.

But not really care.

On the other hand, am I just doing this as a huge "LOOK AT ME!!" not so silently looking for some sort of validation and notoriety? Waiting with a hope that sits in the back of one's mind that says...please notice and care.

I don't want to be an attention whore...I fear I already am.

But I don't want to hide either, afraid to be open, to be known.

dear Jesus, When you finally come out with bible part 2 (and frankly we could really use it about now) please include a chunk
on the internet. Thank you.
-mike


Sunday, September 17, 2006

a poem
One faint glimmer heavey shadows fail to drown

But hide away, hide away, never hear a sound

he crys mercy now and again by mouth and mind

What is it I am to find, Was to see, fail to look for

The glimmer flickers one at him

What which he could not kill but smothered in sin

by loves great tenacity it was the light that mould not leave

Through actions moan, "let me alone."

it always stayed with him

a cool and steady wind

the constant truth of LOVE