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| FAITH
Faith is easy when you never truly feel hunger.
Faith is easy when you feel safe in your home.
Faith is easy when you have the option to relax.
Faith is easy when you have a place to sleep at night.
Faith is easy when money isnt the issue.
Faith is easy when your life isnt being threatened everyday for what you believe.
Faith is easy when no one else is depending on you.
Faith is easy when health is abundant.
Faith is easy when stress isnt present.
Faith is easy when all your needs and desires are met.
Faith is easy when you are comfortable.
So when does faith become difficult?
When faith is all you have left.
-- Todd from Ohio
I don't feel in the right place to respond to this right now. But I wanted to share it. | | |
| Charisse and I hit up 28 Starbucks-es today.
Yup. That's right. Charisse and I drove around the city and put up posters for her upcoming art show at all the Starbuckses we could find. My friend Charisse is an artist that has been doing well for herself. Partial proceeds of her art show will go to the community outreach, Street Art Works, who take in street kids and provide them an opportunity to do some art instead of getting into other things.
Anyway, in downtown and along Broadway alone we found 28 out of the X number of branches in Vancouver.
It pretty much went like this: Stop in front of a fire hydrant (the only available space), Faith jumps out, crosses the street/j-walk here and there, look for the Starbucks "In Our Neighborhood" community board, post the poster, walk out, look for Charisse's car, jump in, and drive to the next one.
And to think that at the 15th one we thought we had covered it all. | | |
| The past couple of weeks I've been surrounded with books, movies, and songs that have shown crimes on humanity being committed, how much peopel can actually do to make a difference, and how selfish we are for not doing so. We were made for service, and I don't think we can ever reach the full capacity of the word happiness without it.
Chorus of "If We Are The Body" - Casting Crowns
But if we are the Body
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way
Poem by Annie Johnson Flint says in part:
"Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work today;
He has no feet but our feet to lead folks in His way;
He has no tongue but our tongues to tell folks how He died;
He has no help but our help to bring them to His side.
We are the only Bible the careless world will read;
We are the sinner’s Gospel; we are the scoffer’s creed;
We are the Lord’s last message written in deed and word;
What if the line is crooked? What if the type is blurred?
What if our hands are busy with other work than His?
What if our feet are walking where sin’s allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him unless from Him we learn?
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| God can do great things through weak people. The devil can greatly disrupt God's work, but he cannot stop it. It's funny how one can see how great a ministry is in seeing how hard the devil tries to stop it, isn't it? | | |
| All is not as it should be. I don't know why, but lately I have been feeling down, almost depressed at times, even. I havn't been doing my best in school, and everything else for that matter, and I have been running away from God. I don't know why I'm like this because I never really get down like this. Perhaps the latter is the reason.. but anyway. No one has noticed. I have made an effort to keep it that way. I'm feeling better than last week, and maybe that's progress. I will probably regret posting such private feelings (that may surprise some). Hopefully no one that sees me smile everyday reads this. But I just had to get it out. | | |
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