Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
I love the Psalms. They're my favorite part of the Bible, except possibly John's four books. It's probably because, no matter what I'm going through, there's a Psalm for it. And anyway, who can't love passages like these?
"I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust: my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from my enemies."
Yes, there are many great verses in the Bible that aren't contained in Psalms. But I love Psalms nontheless. Because it is beautiful.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Cass, I hope you're happy. LOL
More like 'totally jacked-up teeth', but meh. There are my braces. I can't wait for them to be off.
Actually, in all honesty, it hasn't been that bad. The soreness hasn't been as bad as I thought it'd be, and the only thing that's really annoying is these bite block things they put in to keep me from biting down and messing up the progress my teeth are making. They make it impossible for my teeth to come together at all which, obviously, means I can't chew.
That's pure torture when you love to eat.
But ah well. I suppose I shall adapt. In just a bit I'm going back in so they can put a covering on these two little spring thingies they've put in to force two teeth apart so we can pull forward two of my teeth, one on the top, one on the bottom. They hurt like crazy. So yeah. Fun, fun.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Daniel answered in the presence of the king, and said, The secret which the king hath demanded cannot the wise men, the astrologers, the magicians, the soothsayers, shew unto the king; But there is a God in heaven that revealeth secrets...
The gold is mine, and the silver is mine, saith the Lord of hosts.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Then I sent unto him, saying, There are no such things done as thou sayest, but thou feignest them out of thine own heart. For they all made us afraid, saying, Their hands shall be weakened from the work, that it be not done. Now therefore, O God, strengthen my hands.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
You're everything to me, You're more than a story, more than words on a page of history. You're the air that I breathe, the water I thirst for, and the ground beneath my feet...You're everything to me, Lord, You're everything to me.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
So why then is it that I, who have so much, can't get over my perceived lack? I suppose humans will always want more, and since I'm human, I guess I'm the same. But I don't want to be that way anymore.
Because I don't want to forget the lessons Africa taught me.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Favorite season, and why?
Probably spring. I don't know why. Maybe because it's such a growing sort of season. The world is coming alive.
How would you describe your personal style?
I don't know that I really have one. I usually wear jeans and t-shirts. Sometimes I'll slip on a chitenge over my jeans if they're dirty, but that's about it.
What's one weird thing you can do? (The stranger the better!
I whisper when I read. Like, literally, whisper out loud along with what I'm reading. It drives my little sister crazy. v.v
Rain or shine?
In between. I like nice, cloudy, cool days where the sun just sometimes peeps out from behind a cloud, and occasionally a mist will come up. I'm weird, what can I say?
Confession time... what's a flaw of yours?
A propensity to not listen to advice or concerns from others. Yes, I am quite guilty of that, particularly when those concerns touch upon other failures of mine.
I like hymns and classical, but I'm also quite a fan of contemporary Christian.
Have you ever made a decision you instantly regretted? What was it?
I can't think of anything right off the top of my head. I'm sure there's something, and if it were 3am, I could tell you a million things. But as it is currently 1 in the afternoon, my brain won't let me access those memories. And I'm okay with that.
Who do you admire/look up to?
Lots of people. Some of them dead, some of them living. One of my heroes is Gladys Aylward. She was a missionary to China in the early 1900's. She was told by a missions organization when she was in her mid-20s that she was "too old" to learn Mandarin. She went on to become the first foreigner to become a Chinese citizen.
You've just won an unlimited lifetime supply of... what?
Books. And airline fares, so that I can go places without having to raise so much money to go on missions trips. XD
If you were an animal, what would you be?
Probably a bird of some type.
If you knew you were going to die in a year, what would you do?
Oh my. I'd probably make the rounds of restricted-access nations, not caring what happened to me, because I was going to die anyway. And I'd tell as many people as possible about Jesus.
You are a now a gazillionaire... where do you go to spend your money?
A gazillion? Well, most of it would probably either go to current missionaries on the field, or go to finance my future missions trips. (What were you saying about needing a job, mom?) Then I'd by books. And a new house for my family - a huge house, a millionaire's house, with many bedrooms and bathrooms - and then I'd buy more books. And yeah. Then I'd create scholarships for kids to go to CYIA, and I'd end world hunger, and...
Classical music: love it or hate it?
Love it sometimes. Sometimes I can't stand it. It depends on what kind of classical, too - fast, slow, mournful, whatever.
Fear itself. And roaches.
Hop on a plane and go live somewhere for a year... where is it, and why?
I'd probably be more likely to go do the World Race than go live in one place. But if I had to choose one place...China, or Thailand.
Are you an extrovert or an introvert?
It depends on where I am and who I'm with.
Would you/do you perform on stage?
Hahaha...I'm not an actress. At all. In no conceivable universe could I be an actress.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
It's how I cope, sometimes. I'm feeling discouraged in my fundraising, or I've had a hard day at a Good News Club, or things just aren't going how I feel like they should. So I go to the World Race website. And I open up the most recent blog posts. And as I immerse myself in the last one hundred updates from Racers all over the world - posts about spiritual insights, pictures of people thousands of miles away - I find myself living vicariously.
I find a little bit of myself going to those people, being with them as they experience this journey. I don't know them, but I'm content to sit here and observe the Race through their eyes. In fact, while I want to go do the Race someday, it's sort of a distant thing, something I'll do one of these days, when I get the money, and I grow up, and I'm wiser, and I'll be able to pour out my own spiritual revelations.
I'm finding that vicarious living is kind of draining.
This morning, our youth pastor taught on people who don't want to grow up. Part of it was about how we should avoid "defaulting" into life. He used his iPhone as an example. There's a button on there that you can use to return your phone to the factory presets: every original setting that was put into place by a programmer in some distant Apple factory, every picture, every minute detail, will return to what it was before you took it up in your hand. And sometimes, we can do that. We can hit some mental button in our mind and "default" our lives. Or as my pastor put it this evening: we just coast along. Instead of running our race, we've decided it would be a lot easier to put on roller skates and let our momentum carry us along lazily, in no particular direction.
Some of us don't pay any attention to those who are doing things. They're the crazies, those radicals who actually take things like "Rescue the Perishing" and such things seriously. Some say they're just running on emotion, that what they have isn't real, that once they get home, they'll peter out and never be heard from again. Might that be true for some? Most certainly. But not for all.
And are we any better? We've consigned ourselves to living vicariously. We let what others do be enough for us. Yes, we have spurts of activity where we try to meet the mark for the Perfect Christian. We go to church more, we participate in more church activities, we might even go door-knocking or help out with children's ministry. We'll join the choir, or help out with making meals for a sick family. We'll commit to reading through our Bible in a year, and start out great.
But then we'll start looking around, and see Bro. Jack, who is so perfect. He goes on visitation not once but twice a week. He goes door-knocking on Sunday afternoons, and has a Saturday night ministry to those who go downtown. His wife is perfect, his teenagers are both trendy, modest, and great Christians. So we stop doing what we're doing, telling ourselves, "Well, I can't really be a good Christian, because I'm not as good as Bro. Jack. And anyway, since Bro. Jack is doing all that, why should I do anything? I'll just watch him, maybe learn a little, then someday I'll get out there."
So we hit the default button, strap on our roller skates, and start living vicariously.
We've become a whole church of people who live vicariously.
We let others live out the life of a Christian. We dream of what it would look like to be a member of an "Acts church," but we do nothing about it. We schedule revivals in the hope that the Holy Spirit will come upon us, though we don't let him guide us. I've decided that isn't enough for me anymore.
I don't want to strap on my skates and take the easy way.
Is there anything wrong with taking wisdom from those who are learning so much? Of course not. The problem comes when that's all I'm doing, when I'm not reaching out myself to the poor and hungry and broken.
The problem comes when I'm not doing my part for the Kingdom.
The problem comes when we're content to live vicariously, when we don't notice it, and it doesn't bother us. When we can sit back and live a normal life, and never feel an inner conviction of what we should be doing.
Our pastor continued this evening, talking about Paul. In the beginning of Romans 9, Paul is talking about his greatest sorrow. Verse 3 says:
For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren...
Paul's burden was so great, that he would have been willing to cast himself away from Christ for the sake of the lost. Why, then, do I make such a big deal about my little comforts? Why is it that I'm content to sit here and live vicariously, never thinking of others?
Let me never be content to live vicariously.
Let me make my own life