Friday, March 23, 2012

Lovesick for my Beloved

The Lord is so good! Tonight I have just been in complete awe of the splendor of God. There's something to being fully released to a love so strong that it wrecks your heart even thinking about your beloved. As I sit in the prayer room with Misty Edwards leading us in adoration of the Lord most High - I can't help but think to myself, "this is the best place I can be." It's more than just a physical place to be, worshiping the Father with a couple hundred other people at 11pm, but it is really the place that I have felt my heart entering. This heart of mine is being captivated by a man who is God; the living Word, Alpha and Omega. He has been around for years, pursuing me as a friend and Savior, but He has caught my full attention. I am madly in love with Jesus, and can't seem to love Him enough. My whole body, soul and spirit are yearning to know Him more. To seek the secret places of His heart and learn everything about Him. To know every part of His story, what He's done, when He did it, the how's and whys; to learn about His Father; to learn from the deep well of wisdom and knowledge that He has. How I long for the Bridegroom!


Psalm 63:1-7 ESV
O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live;
in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food,
and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips,
when I remember you upon my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.


I cannot wait until the day when I see Him face to face, though a great and terrifying day that will be! I miss you Jesus, though you're near you feel far. The secret place is where I will meet you; in the quiet and secret place is where we are together. You have called me and wooed me to yourself, and you have stolen away my heart! Now, teach me to love you more! You deserve and are worth so much more than I can offer - and yet you love me just the same. It is beyond my understanding, but I will forever give praise to my Beloved, for He first loved me!

I believe, but help my unbelief. I love, but teach me to love. I want you God, more than anything else, be the center of my heart. Captivate this lovesick heart and seal it up with Your Name, I am Yours.

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Love Always

Saturday, March 17, 2012

A Testimony Worth Sharing (The truth of St. Patrick's Day)

With my passion for the people of Ireland I have put much efforts into studying about the history of the religious development in the nation. Not many people are actually aware of it, and so today I'd like to share a little about one man who has become internationally recognized, though hardly known. 
St Patrick was a forerunner of Christ, leading Ireland into historically the longest and most influential 24-7 prayer movement in the world; which also sent out the largest number of missionaries during the Dark Ages affecting all of Europe. He was a man who believed in Jesus Christ and who is the most generally recognized patron saint or the Apostle of Ireland. Today, March 17th, we celebrate Saint Patrick's Day, the date of Patrick's death both inside and outside Ireland, as both a liturgical and non-liturgical holiday. Celebrating a man who dedicated his life to the ministry of the Lord, somehow the world's taken to celebrating him with "mystical creatures", wearing green, and getting drunk. I took a look at what the History.com and the Bangor Antiphonary said about this man and wanted to share the testimony of the man's life who we celebrate today. 

From History.com
St. Patrick: Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders: It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious family. At the age of 16, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.


St. Patrick: Guided By Visions: After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voice—which he believed to be God's—spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.

To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation—an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than 15 years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission: to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)


St. Patrick: Bonfires and Crosses: Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth. When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuries—spinning exciting tales to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.

From the Bangor Antiphonary:
There is a legend told of St Patrick that he and his companions came one day to a certain valley to rest. Suddenly "they beheld the valley filled with a heavenly light and with a multitude of the host of heaven they heard, as chanted forth from the voice of angels, the psalmody of the celestial choir".

They named the place "Vallis Angelorum" – the Valley of the Angels. In the process of time there was built in this valley a holy place – called Bangor.
Excellent the Rule of Benchor,
Correct, and divine,
Exact, holy, constant,
Exalted, just, and admirable.

Blessed the family of Benchor,
Founded on unerring faith,
Graced with the hope of salvation,
Perfect in charity.


While the world celebrates "Ireland" & "Saint Patrick," I believe that even Patrick would agree that the true celebration is of God! Patrick's testimony is one that shows a life filled with earthly wealth, thrown into the lowest as a slaver, in his depths he turned to the Lord's counsel and protection which directed him to freedom! Then he gives what God gave him, his freedom, and giving it all back to Him, surrenders his life to the service of the Lord Most High; and now he has been eternally blessed - with a world-renowned name that continues to spread the gospel through a testimony of God's goodness! Lets not succumb to the blind celebrations of green beers, leprechauns, and rainbows, rather using the celebration of this man as a tool to share the gospel with the world! For our God is worthy of the fame! 
                    Love Always

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Beauty and the Beast

When I was about 5 years old I remember playing in the back courtyard of my New Orleans home. It was a sunny afternoon and I was playing by myself when I happened upon a butterfly! Chasing after it I managed to grab it when it had landed on a white daisy. Thrilled about this beautiful creature I had found, I ran to share it with my mother. I had only reached the back steps when a scream cried out from my throat. With tears beginning to run down my face my mother flung open the door in not more than a second and was immediately asking what was wrong. As I opened my throbbing hand, what I thought was a butterfly had magically turned into a bee and flew away! My mother whisked me up and put a soothing mixture of baking soda and water on my swollen palm. After the pain had left and tears wiped away my mother asked, “Why did you not let it go when if stung you?” My reply was simple, “Because I wanted to share the pretty butterfly with you.”

Thinking about that day I muse at how many times in our lives we have chased after beautiful butterflies, only to discover they were a bee. The Lord, in His motherly way, must have the same response to us when we bring Him our little findings. Even when we come running to Him with a painful grasp on something that has fooled us, I can only imagine His grace and favor upon us. Looking down at us with a smile as tears are running all over our faces, He is simply moved that we were trying to share it with Him (even though we made a mistake). Then wrapping us up in grace and mercy, tending to our wounds and lovingly explaining the difference between bees and butterflies - cautioning us to take time to discern the difference next time.

Several years later my family visited a butterfly house at the Caloway Gardens.  Together we walked through the tropical green house that was home to hundreds of butterflies! Before entering though, we learned that when a butterfly landed in your hand, it was very important not to touch the wings or the scales would rub off and the butterfly would die. I was shocked and remember intently focusing on keeping my hands open wide - being careful not to close my fingers on the butterflies that landed on me - even when they tickled my fingers with their legs and tongues. 

And in the last few years the Lord has been teaching me how important it is to keep our hands open spiritually as well. Remembering the story about a man who scooped up water greedily and, trying to keep it for himself, squeezed his hands shut. Then when he opened them for a drink he found there was no water left - it had all been squashed out of the cracks between his fingers. Another man went to scoop the water with his hands open like a bowl, when he went to drink from the water in his hands there was enough to sooth his thirst. No water had left his open hands. It seems a dichotomy that in order to keep something you must not hold onto it, but this is exactly what the Lord has challenged us to do. That we would not get caught up on holding onto what is "ours," because in reality it's all His anyways, and instead maintain a position that would allow us to freely receive and freely give. What a beautiful picture that is, for even when we hold onto something with our fists closed, we are not positioning ourselves to receive anything else. I don't know about you but I am not content with what I have. Granted, I am satisfied and ever so thankful for what He has given me, but the more I learn the less I seem to know and the more of Him that I need. 

What is it that we are chasing after right now? Are we holding onto something that we think is beautiful, but that is really a bee? Lord, may we be after your heart alone because we know that you are the only pure butterfly in this life. Keep us from becoming like Jerusalem, turning away from you and backsliding because they have clung to deceit and refused to return (Jer 8:5). Instead may we keep our palms open, holding fast nothing but integrity (Job 2:3), righteousness (Job 27:6), your instruction (Prov 4:13), sound and faithful words (2 Tim 1:13 & Tits 1:9), confidence and the rejoicing of the hope (Heb 3:6), the profession of our faith (Heb 4:14, 10:23), and holding fast to Your Name (Rev 2:13). 
Love Always

Monday, March 5, 2012

Dark but Lovely

I have no eloquent words, nor can my mouth confess the fullness of the goodness of God. In the prayer room this afternoon it was all I could do to pray, "Thank you God for who you are," over and over and over again as I paced through the room. When I first heard the song Dark but Lovely, I knew that there were depths to it I didn't understand and  remember asking the Lord to reveal Himself to me through the song. Not more than a  couple months later Misty Edwards begins playing it and I am all but moved to tears; a whole new perspective and longing kindled in my heart.  There is no full understanding of the great grace which He has bestowed on us, but I am no fool to say that if it were not for the abundance of His grace upon my life I would not be living today.  Though I am dark, He calls me lovely.  And in my greatest weaknesses the Lord's heart is captivated.  It is beyond me, and it brings me to my knees, that this Holy and most perfect God would call me His Beloved.  Oh but I long to know Him more, to know every part of Him.  Intimacy is what I delight in, Love is what I have. Weakness is my strength, and Beloved is my name. Praise be to the Lord or Lords!  All glory, honor, and power be to Him who sits on the throne and who's voice is like that of many rushing waters. For He alone is worthy, He is Holy, and I will joyfully pour out my life as an offering to Him. That sweet incense would arise from my lips to move His heart day after day after day.  
Dark but Lovely
I can’t understand
This work of Grace
How a perfect God
Would come and take my place

The stars, they don’t move you
The waves, can’t undo you
The mountains, and their splendor
They cannot steal your heart.

This God, who is Holy
Perfect in Beauty
Awesome in Glory
Is ravished by my heart

Though I am dark
You say I am lovely
Though I am poor
You say I am beautiful:

Somehow my weakness
Has overwhelmed You
Somehow my weak love
It has stolen away Your heart

Love Always