for God so loved the world that he gave.. his only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. john 3:16
before I spoke a word, you were singing ov'r me.
before I took a breath, you breathed your life in me.
oh, the overwhelming, never ending, reckless love of God
it chases me down, fights till I'm found, leaves the 99.
&I couldn't earn it, &I don't deserve it. still you give yourself away.
there's no shadow you won't light up, mountain you won't climb up, coming after me.
there's no wall you won't kick down, lie you won't tear down, coming after me.
thank You for Your son, God. thank you for your commitment to humanity.
how many gods poured out their hearts to romance a world that is all torn apart?
never had a nagging wife; just reminded of verse often. faucet in kitchen drip drip drips in my perfectly quaint place, &I must return to maneuver spigot to hit side of sink, grrrrr.
but those whose hope is in the Lord will renew their strength. they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run ¬ grow weary, they will walk ¬ be faint.
I remember my affliction &my wandering, the bitterness &the gall. I well remember them, &my soul is downcast within me. yet this I call to mind &therefore I have hope. because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fall. they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "the Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." the Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
trust in the Lord with all your heart &lean not on your own understanding; in all your way submit to him, &he will make your paths straight.
just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for 12 years came up behind him &touched the edge of his cloak. she said to herself, "if I only touch his cloak, I will be healed." Jesus turned &saw her. "take heart, daughter," he said, "your faith has healed you." &the woman was healed at that moment.
my home is in heaven; I'm just travelin' through the world -BG
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds &a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.
-G.K.C orthodoxy. matt. 27:46
"my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus cried from cross. †