That's My King!

Mr. Moon

Mr. Moon won't you please
Tell me what it is you see
Lovers in harmonious harmony
And birds sittin' in the willow tree
Glassy lakes and silver seas
Spread beneath the starry sky
While children weep and widows cry
People questioning, wondering "Why?"
Wars are fought, battles won,
You go down, up comes the sun.
The same story's told throughout the day
People journeying different ways
Wandering down this path of life
Some filled with anger, grief, strife
Others with joy, peace, and love
Like a gift from up above
Mr. Moon oh don't you know
Sometimes I just want to go
Find out what's around the bend
Find out how the stories end
But you don't know the secret either
So as I sit under your glow
We can sit and ponder together
Just what tomorrow will hold

Do You Really Think He Cares?

Today I heard someone mention that John Edwards was paid a crazy sum of money to address the issue to poverty. I thought "surely not" though I knew I would not be shocked if this report was, indeed, true. The report is true. He was paid $55,000 to speak on the issue of poverty at University of California at Davis. Please. If you were really that concerned about poverty give your speech for free. That way people can afford to hear you speak, and might actually be inspired to do something. I mean it's not like Edwards actually needed that $55 thousand.

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San Fransisco Chronicle
Media Matters for America
Texas Rainmaker
Associated Content
News Busters
Scared MonkeysAOL News
Digg News

Melancholy

Today I have been melancholy about many things - some of which was encouraged by melancholy/saddening classical music in a particular setting. It was not that melancholy I wish to speak of, though.

Today I realized, again, that I cannot comprehend anything after death. Not that I don't believe in life after death or the judgement that is to come, or the new heaven and earth and Jerusalem, etc, I do, believe me I do. I just cannot wrap my mind around it. My flesh is convinced this life is it. My spirit urges me otherwise, but cannot fathom what it means. There is a mistaken concept that there will be no time in [the new] heaven (TNH). I say mistaken because there cannot be months in TNH without time. How do I know there are months? Revelation 22:1-2 say, "Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations." How could there be months if there was no sense of time? How could anything change consistently according to a measure of time if there was no time? Anyway, I digress.

No longer do I have to try and imagine life without time, it will still be around. I cannot fathom eternity though. Living forever ... I mean I can barely conceive of living to 120. It just doesn't happen (except on rare occasions when it does, logical, I know). But we will live to be 120x120x120x120 and so on forever. I cannot comprehend (for the curious that problem I put forth comes to 24,883,200,000 [24 billion, 883 million, and 200 thousand years old] !!!) Not only does this bother me, but I cannot imagine standing before God giving an account of my life. We will be held accountable for every careless word we speak (Matthew 12:36-37).

What a frightening thought.

How am I to account for my sinful actions that I willing did in spite of knowing God's command. Praise the Lord for grace and the death and resurrection of Jesus! Still I cannot fathom what it will be like to realize how holy He is, and how wretched I am. This is quite disappointing for it does not help instill in my the fear of the Lord, and it does not help me realize how stupid I and my sins are. How embarrassed shall we all be to stand before God and say "I know I really should have said I took so and so's pen but I said Suzy took it because it was a really cool pen" (or some similar, equally ridiculous statement). How utterly dreadful.

But I write this with no feeling.

My mind, strangely enough, tells me it will be dreadful and a horrible sight to behold. My heart, it just feels slightly numb trying to make me stop thinking about it (Jeremiah 17:9). I think my flesh is scared that one day, on earth, I will realize the utter horror of my sin and actually focus on God as I should. See I know I ought to serve God more than I do. I know I ought to really focus on Him, and I desire to. My spirit desires to, but when I want to do good evil is right there with me (Romans 7:21).

Thus the reason for my melancholyness.

I desire to know God; I desire to do His will wholeheartedly; I desire to understand His way; I desire to grasp the horror of sin and the amazingness of His grace; I desire to understand the joy of being with Him eternally. I don't though. I don't, and I really want to. I want to glorify Him. I want to point people to Him. I want to be a reflection of Him so that when people see me they see straight to Him. I fail so often. I need to snap out of this funk because I'm not going to be a very good witness moping about not comprehending Him or His ways (Isaiah 55:8-9).

So, here I am.


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"And the Virgin Will Be With Child"

This may seem heretical to some (but those who know me even semi-decently would know my intent is not such) but it is an exploration into something that has held my mind captive for sometime now. Perhaps I shall write a book about it (so no one steal my idea!). We shall see. Onto the meat of this though: If Jesus had been born 2,000+ years after he was, his birth wouldn't be miraculous. Now allow me to qualify. 

Of course if everything happened as the Scriptures say now it would still be miraculous, but unbelievable, possibly a seemingly commonplace experience. At least in America. Sperm banks are available for women to go to. Virgins could go and have a sperm artificially implanted in them and bear a child. Virgins or not, single women are taking that option. Here is an interesting article by WORLD magazine (for those who don't subscribe, I'm sorry, its a very good, interesting, and informative article). Virgin birth isn't miraculous anymore. Does it discredit what happened to Mary? Absolutely not! Things like sperm banks weren't around neither was the technology. I'm glad Jesus wasn't born 2,000+ years later than he was. Something I am very thankful for.

Sunken Treasure

For some reason there is a general thought that our lives will continue without any startling revelations for as long as we live. I, for one, am glad this is not the case. How boring would it be to live in a time where nothing was being discovered about the past? In discovering the past, not only do we learn about culture, people, places, environment, etc of other times and places, which helps us today, it is exciting. Just like this sunken treasure that has been found. There are also archaeological digs that rediscover the past. Things like this don't just happen in storybooks - they actually happen. I don't know about you, but now I want to go out on a dig or on an underwater expedition. Then again, what else is new?

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The Same Sun Still Rises

Thinking about the sun amazes me. It has been in the sky essentially since the beginning of time. Forget about the walls speaking - what if the sun could speak! Think about the sun in the sky ... it has seen the rise and fall of nations, some of which we probably know not of. It looked down on Abraham, David, Malachi, Jesus, Paul, Jerome, Aquinas, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Queen Elizabeth, Washington, Lincoln and Lee. The sun has seen the advance of technology, the brutal acts of man and beast, and the kindness acts of compassion from the same. The same sun that Aristotle looked for in the morning, Hume said might not rise tomorrow. Nevertheless it has faithfully risen and set for thousands of years. How great is God! How great is His faithfulness. I stand rapt in awe.

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