love is an offering

"And the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being." Genesis 2:7 The Breath of Life is my life source. I'm more than just a combination of chemical elements, of flesh and bone. I am alive. The Breath of life initiated my very being. When I breathe in deeply I inhale the life that God ordained for me since before the creation of the world. I breathe His fragrance, His holy aroma, because he heightens my senses and awareness of his grace and mercy. God breathed into my nostrils and I'm revived. But when I hold my breath, I lose my breath because I'm trying to capture and contain that which is boundless and cannot be controlled. Pursuing the ways of the world, my own selfishness, makes me asthmatic. My soul feels the bearing down pressure to conform to the world. It will not release me without a fight. My depression shortens my breath and brings me humbly to my knees g

One of the most entertaining, but pointless interactions with my kids is when they are telling me what they think I want to hear. They, of course, disagree because they're at a point of desperation. They're trying to convince me of something they think they want or need, all the while hoping that my already made up mind will change. When it doesn't, it's usually the end of the world. Again. In the process of growing closer to God, He made me aware of a similar pattern in own my life. For example, if I was in need of something from God, I thought it would be better to tell Him what I thought He wanted to hear from me, rather than what I really wanted to say. I struggled between feelings of guilt and a desire to express my maturity. The result usually ended up with me not being completely honest with myself and God. I've seen so many preachers endorsing a "blab it and grab it" approach to relating to God and calling it "holiness". I never

LORD i can't imagine where would i be if it wasn't for your passion your power and your action the cross that you bore is a symbol of our fashion you wore it on your back as they worked on their backhand swinging and attacking it's love without asking a brand new beginning that we gain through substraction through the painful reaction the ungrateful masses cheered when they thrashed him Satan tried to cash in the chips that he gained through the game of distraction not knowing that the Captain was still in control of the things that were happening his death was a fraction his resurrected power came by God's satisfaction It's amazing You're the King, You're the Highest dependable and true in a world of surprises bringing sight to my blindness a vision that is seen through your love and your kindness My LORD, my Messiah it's obvious to me everytime I'm reminded your love is defining my life and my purpose, fulfilled by your timing it's your grace

a moment for each and every one of you is when love stands right in front of you and demands what you gonna do what would you do or wanna do? at the benchmark of your life there's a precious point of light that pierces through the night and somehow illuminates the plight God created man's history and fulfilled the prophets' mystery he who profits from our misery will weep at the Final Symphony but why would He die just to know me? be showered in spit just to show me that his love for me begins my story and should be told for all His glory and if not for the cross we would devalue the cost but yet the cost of the cross could never be paid by the lost

"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!" Mark 9:24 There are things about God that I believe without question. His saving power, for one, the life, death and ressurrection of Jesus Christ are just a few truths that I hold without any doubt whatsoever. The biblical truths that we all benefit from, I have no problem embracing and believing. The areas of unbelief for me have always been personal. That's not to say I don't have a personal faith. I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ that has given me so much joy, grace , mercy and peace! But I have to admit that when it comes to any struggle with unbelief, it has always been in my personal faith. Like the father in distress over his demon-possessed son, I believe that Jesus is able to heal, but there is a hint of doubt in his plea found in Mark 9:21 "If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us." Jesus detected the doubt as well. "If you can?", Jesus restated. Why do I struggle w

I've always had big feet. It's true. There was never a moment in my childhood when my feet were not an object of frustration and ridicule. And those "dogs" were all over the place, facing the wrong direction, tripping over themselves, tripping over coffee tables, desks, chairs, other people. It was embarrasing. Watching my step was a full time job. Since becoming a man, I've mastered my former oppressors (my size 14's) and you would hardly noticed my attention to detail. However, today, at 40, I'm still watching my step. With so much experience and success with walking and watching my step, I've discovered that the same is true in my spiritual life as well. I haven't always watched my step in life and of course, it resulted in me finding myself in all kinds of traps, snares and dead ends. I've spent years tripping over my sinful habits and walking down dirt roads that lead to nowhere. To no one's blame but my own. After experiencin

A young man read Matthew 26:6-13 today and it literally brought tears to my eyes as I reflected on the heart and spirit of the woman who came to Jesus with her very expensive perfume and anointed his head while he relaxed at the table. The disciples were critical and offended that this "nobody" would waste money in buying this perfume only to anoint Jesus, when it was obvious that money could've been used to give to the poor. What a waste! The woman brought her best to worship God and addition to that Jesus said "when she poured this perfume on my body, she did it to prepare me for burial." Her "waste" was God's acceptable offering of worship. I thought about "what am I willing to 'waste' for the worship and praise of Jesus?" What am I willing to lay at his feet or anoint His presence in gratitude of His presence in my life? At the expense of my reputation and dignity what am I willing to offer to the King?

Imagine yourself among the crowd of people waiting with anxious anticipation, to hear the words of this strange miracle man named Jesus. You see him find a suitable place on the mountainside and sits down before you. His appearance doesn't overwhelm you, in fact he looks like kind of ordinary. The "rumors" you've heard of him disappearing in a crowd don't seem all that spectacular to you. But maybe that's part of the reason why people are so drawn to him. He's not trying to impress you, but yet he does, somehow. You've heard how the Pharisees antagonize him and attempt to lure him into winless debates, in hopes to discredit him. But his simple wisdom and authority over the Scriptures leaves them befuddled and speechless. And that wasn't even his point! This man is a speaker Truth and is motivated by love, not by the applause or the approval of the people. You sense that God is about to speak and it makes your heart tremble a little, because his wor

It's a beautiful day write it down, write it down talk about the sunshine describe the way it sounds looking out my window watching the birds go by thinking about my true love the way her spirit flies love is an offering treasure is her heart the melody that she sings...for me Got my mind my mind on you I can't wait to find what a kiss from you can do pocketful of lent yet my heart seems so free expression of this love? a love offering love is an offering treasure is her heart the melody that she sings...for me

This is my first blog page! I'm maybe too excited about this. Please forgive me.