Here is a sampling of my many facebook albums full of pictures from my CPT delegation to Israel/Palestine.
Enjoy!
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20967&id=1013829573&l=50ca19596a
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20971&id=1013829573&l=2387624bfb
"For from God's fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace..."
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter
Searching, searching, searching.
Where is the light?
Where is the life?
Where is the joy?
Waiting, weeping, watching.
When will day break?
When will death end?
When will He come?
I do not know where You have gone.
I do not know when I see You.
I do not know how to let go.
You tell me:
My Father is your Father,
My God is your God.
That is all I need.
Where is the light?
Where is the life?
Where is the joy?
Waiting, weeping, watching.
When will day break?
When will death end?
When will He come?
I do not know where You have gone.
I do not know when I see You.
I do not know how to let go.
You tell me:
My Father is your Father,
My God is your God.
That is all I need.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Jesus said "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." (Mt. 19:14)
When I look at a baby, so flawless and beautiful, it's easy to believe that someday Good will triumph over Evil. And it's hard to believe that anyone would ever want to harm such a life.
When I look at a child, in all his innocence, filled with curiosity and joy, it's easy to imagine that he will do great things someday. And I wish so desperately that he can grow up and reach his potential without being attacked, injured, altered by the lies of a world telling him who to be or not be.
When I look at a youth, bold and proud, I am startled to think of the changes taking place in a life, just like happened in my own life. What influences will sway this one, and in what direction?
When I look at you, your hardened face peering at me and your abrasive voice challenging me, I wonder why you are the way you are. But then I remember, you were a child once too.
When I look at myself, questioning the one in the mirror, I realize I am trying so hard to become... someone. But maybe what I really need is to unbecome, and to undo what I've done to the other children.
When I look at a baby, so flawless and beautiful, it's easy to believe that someday Good will triumph over Evil. And it's hard to believe that anyone would ever want to harm such a life.
When I look at a child, in all his innocence, filled with curiosity and joy, it's easy to imagine that he will do great things someday. And I wish so desperately that he can grow up and reach his potential without being attacked, injured, altered by the lies of a world telling him who to be or not be.
When I look at a youth, bold and proud, I am startled to think of the changes taking place in a life, just like happened in my own life. What influences will sway this one, and in what direction?
When I look at you, your hardened face peering at me and your abrasive voice challenging me, I wonder why you are the way you are. But then I remember, you were a child once too.
When I look at myself, questioning the one in the mirror, I realize I am trying so hard to become... someone. But maybe what I really need is to unbecome, and to undo what I've done to the other children.
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