whether you change or not

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“Jesus the risen Christ is with us this moment. Right here, right now loves you and accepts you just as you are.

You do not have to change to get his love. You do not have to give up your sin. You do not have to have a conversion experience. Obviously, Jesus wants you to change and yes he wants you to give up your sin and your selfishness… be converted and live, experience the freedom of the children of God but you don’t have to do that to get his love and acceptance. You have that already, before you decide to change and whether you decide to change or not.

Do you believe this?”

(part of a talk that I was watching given by Brennan Manning)

How absolutely scarily beautiful is that?!!

Creating

I LOVE CREATIVITY!!!!

I recently watched Flea’s induction speech into the rock and roll hall of fame. For some reason I’ve always liked him. When I heard the passion, love and heart that he has it moved me deeply. He said he prays every night to uplift the people he plays for, to love them and to give them the best that he has. That it’s his life’s mission. And music… It’s a burning desire in him. He said he is lost in it when they are playing, he is one with everything, and in that moment he is truly free.

Do you hear it? It’s pure unadulterated passion. Its something inside him that he must do. It brings out beauty and life and vibes and those great, great Chili Pepper tunes. It courses through him, and when I heard him giving the speech I felt it coursing through me.

I think that living out of passion and purpose enables others to begin to desire and live in theirs.

As many of you know, I love Vincent van Gogh. Passion and purpose coursed through him… And let loose on the world through his hands, his paints and his heart. He was a missionary before he was a painter, but he was always an artist. He once wrote, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” He was made to love people. His eyes translated what he saw into works that still move us all these years later. I think it was in a letter to his brother Theo that he said, “Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painters soul.”

In his words I hear it again. The echo of the eternal being expressed through someone’s purpose, through their passion.

I am searching to find out what my purpose is. What am I made to do?What ignites me inside more than anything else?

I believe I will find it. I believe we will find it. I don’t know how, but I am searching to engage with the passions that have been put into me from the moment of my creation.

I see my generation seeking and finding. Not buying in to how it is supposed to be or “how it has to be”. The “that’s life” kind of attitude. It is no wonder, in these times, that we deal with such depression. Depression, for me, always comes when I feel I am without direction, all alone in my struggling and suffering, without purpose and void of a way to give my love away and receive love in turn.

We’ve got to reset our sights on what God really made us for. He made us to live! Not just to exist!

Dang! It feels good to get that all out!

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Saving Grace, the Show

Saving Grace. The show with Holly Hunter which originally aired on TNT. Watching it on Netflix over the past few weeks. I love it. It’s rough and beautiful. God is portrayed as loving no matter the person, no matter the life, no matter the religion or lack of belief, no matter the sin. Also, He is not portrayed as naive but acutely aware of the injustice, the shit, the sin and the ugliness we do and get done to us.

He is in the messyness of our lives. I love Him.

suppose

A really cool and interesting excerpt from The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis.

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things – trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a playworld which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.”

the love of God is folly

After tonight, a phrase has started going through my head that I remember Brennan Manning sharing: The love of God is folly. So, I was trying to find his exact quote on the internet and ran into this blog that a guy hasn’t written anything on since 2006. I haven’t checked out what else he had to say, but I did see this and wanted to share it here:

“In France, when Easter is celebrated, there is one phrase found in the words of saints and sinners, spray-painted on buses and buildings, proclaimed in alleys and cathedrals – L’amour de Dieu est folie – the love of God is folly, foolishness.

My life, my faith, my church, my denomination, my education, my parental guidance have all shared the common thread of trying to teach me logic at the expense of folly.

All of these have failed me. My image of God has been so distorted. So manipulated. So un-God. The love of God has always been unconditional. It has always required nothing. I need to say it again for my sake. It has always required nothing. God simply could not love me more in my most honorable state – preaching the good news and the Kingdom – than he could in my most dishonorable state – filled with rage, doubting everything, obsessed with lust and sensuality, jealous, drunk.

I’ve always been afraid. My understanding of fear has always been connected at the hip with my understanding of punishment. The fear of God must be different from the fear of the punishment of God.

‘There is no fear when you love. Perfect love destroys any recollection of fear.’ 1 John 4:18

The love of God is folly. Its insanity. Its crazy. Its the stuff of legend and myth and story. Its a scandal. Its an injustice. Its not reality.

Or maybe I am all of those things and the love of God is all that really is.”