Ruined.
Delivered.
Those two words above are the only words that really resound in my mind. I’ve deleted at least 2 paragraphs of reasonable theology as to how I might connect them to my experience at training here for World Race, and have decided to no longer use distant verse to you who want to know me and why I’m here.
So why ruined? Why delivered? Do I really believe who Jesus Christ says He is? Do I believe He’s alive and actually moves in our daily lives like a father interacts with his child? These are some questions we have to ask ourselves if we’d like to get beyond religious conceptions. As you’ve probably guessed, we’ve asked ourselves them here at training as well.
THEE answer is ‘yes’, so being ruined delivers me in full to Him. Now since I’ve said ‘yes’, that changes everything. No doubt I mess up and will continue. But it is no doubt that He is life. That is why I’m going to places starting July ’08 to bring what gives life.
Alright, since I’m generally not very good at taking myself our of theology and into the heart of God, I’m just going to throw myself our there with this.
Here’s a bit from my heart = a poem. I’m no Emily Dickenson, but take it for what it is.
“Lamb of God, continue Your fire over me until it fully pleases you. Until I a made perfect in Christ, a creation by the hands of the Potter, refined for glory for He is good. Holy is the Lamb who was slain, Your blood calls the Father’s children home. The Messiah’s blood covers me, washes me. Restores the nations. Oh God Almighty, may You bring Your children to repentence.
Christ, to You be the glory!”
(p.s.– To all my WR folks of July ’08. I really appreciate each of you so much. Gosh, you guys are quality. Holla to my brothers and sisters! Y’all are encouragements.)
