| What is life really all about? How does one please God? How do you change what is so inherently natural inside of you: the sin nature? Yet, in the beginning, before we were born into sin, we had unhindered intimacy with our Father. And each one of us now is searching, struggling, straining to know that which we had known before. We long for that completion. We know that there is "so much more than this". So, we search. But, the god of this world has blinded us, leading us into fleshly desires, causing us to believe that what we need is not found in Christ, but in ourselves, in eachother, in a rank an polluted society. We grasp at the air, gasping for more of the poison that fills our souls, threatening the very hope within us. And so we perish.
Only that the world may know. That their eyes would be opened. That they would come to know this saving grace that is found in the author of our desires. |
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| Life is swell. God is so good. His mercies are new every morning.
I just got done giving a guitar lesson. I haven't done that in so long. I feel so good. I really wish I could make a living out of this. That would be totally tight. But, for now, I slave on. I sold my soul to the corporate world. Well, figuratively of course. My soul belongs only to Jesus, my lover. So, the guy that I'm teaching is not a Christian. His name is Louie. He's actually one of my suervisors at the bank. He's cool. I told him at his lesson today that music is really all about God. It was created for His pleasure, for our expression of ourselves to Him. It trips me out how musicians can be so perverse and out of control. Music should be extravagant, towards God. I'm so tired right now that I'm not even sure if I'm making sense.
God is good. |
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| You're supposed to leave a comment, Jesse. |
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| Last Saturday was my dance performance. My little sisters were so awesome. I'll put some pictures up if I can figure out how to. That pretty much means no. |
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