Discipleship is not about:
- Religious rituals
- Biblical knowledge
- Emotional experiences, or even
- Spiritual disciplines
Though they all help!
It is about submitting every thought — and emotion! — to Christ, so we more consistently manifest the Fruit of the Spirit.
[By denying our Self so we can follow Jesus all the way to the Cross]
Which is how others learn to enjoy Him.
#AmygdalaGospel #TheTransition #FruitOfTheCross
I wanna be worthy
Of strapping your sandal
I no longer care
If the world thinks it scandal
Today I will listen for heaven’s melody
When my narrative feels all askew
My heart cries out for a rescue
But what I need more
Is my film to rescore
As Jesus’ song transforms my view
As Father you feel quite demanding
Because you see Me as expanding
For your love to know
My Self I must grow
Far beyond past understanding
Rejoice first. Give better.
Stress is a choice that we make
Of trashy demands that we take
Is how you think of me
Status becomes thirst I can’t slake
The reason I feel insignificant
Is hard problems feel like a sign I can’t
Do what I must
To win back the trust
Of those of whose hearts I’m a supplicant
“I will be there when you run out”
There are many ways to feel lonely
Especially when it seems we’re only
Playing a part
And that our heart
Won’t find a place that is homely
My wife Sandhya knows where it is.
She tied a yellow string to it.
She had found it.
But doesn’t rememberer exactly.
What are the contents of heaven
With which this world we must leaven?
The grace of Christ
Bought at great price
Turns up our love to eleven!
Take my life
And let it be
Love like thee
This world has its ups and its downs
Sometimes it’s more crosses than crowns
But if we can dance
To God’s great romance
Our worst days still feel like playgrounds
If we’re to fill the world
With His luminosity
We must display
An open door’s like a blank page
That can feel like walking onstage
The fear of unknown
Or worse, being shown
I’m better off locked in a cage
The key to conquering
Is learning to see You
As You see me
Like this. Like that.
If we want to dwell in the place
Where we get to bask in God’s grace
Then we must be willing to leave
Our skeptical self-centered sieve
It’s true that there’s days when it seems
That I’m cursed with impossible dreams
But maybe that’s when I must see
“I AM” can do all things — with me!
When we’re in the throes of disgrace
We need to stare God in the face
As Christ on the cross
Makes gold from our dross
And trumps all our shame with His Ace
Maybe it’s me, but it seems
St. Joseph had realistic dreams:
A wife who was faithful and true
A home with honest work to do