Hat tip to Stan Lee
Better to fail at trying to be Christ
than succeed at anything else
MIC Check
Today’s Most Important Challenge is…
- Preparing a table
- With and for Christ
Immanuel Approach Memo
Continued from Searching of Heart
I am… cursing.
In shock and shame
Awe and wonder
As the child of our marriage
From the future
Whose untrained power
And isolation
Led to pointless wars
Now redeemed
Reclaimed
Received
Repented for
Speaks a Word
The Word
The stars go out.
Or more precisely
They go in
As they leave their celestial detachment
And shed their glory
To descend to earth
A mighty flood
Of forgiveness
Purchased by sacrifice
I look for Jesus.
He comes
Riding on a white horse
Pulling a chariot
With room for three
I look to My Wife.
She doesn’t see me
She sees Jesus
She sees our son
Calling His name
And without looking
Or even thinking
Takes my un-rocky hand
Takes our child
And leads us into His chariot
Jesus looks to me.
He says:
“You had to become a monster
So you could become a man
Who knew he was a monsterSo you could save your son
Who believed he was a monsterSo you could save your wife
From believing she’d made him one”
I get on board.
Jesus speaks a Word
The chariot rises
As do the fallen stars
With my family
As we take to the skies…
Together!
Finit
Reflection
I feel…
- Reconciled
- Humbled
- Exalted
- Connected
- Fantastic
Scripture
At Taanach foreign kings came and clashed; they battled by the stream of Megiddo. The kings of Canaan fought, but they took away no spoils of silver.
Judges 5:19-31 TPT
Even the stars in the sky joined in the fight, moving across the sky, shining as they fought against Sisera. The flooding Kishon swept them away— the ancient Kishon River contended with them.
I shall march and keep marching on. So be strong, O my soul!
Then thundered the horses’ hooves, pulling the chariots of the kings of Canaan. Here they come galloping on, steeds and stallions stampeding on, but they all got stuck in the mud!
“Speak a curse over Meroz,” says the angel of Yahweh, “and speak a double curse over those who live there. For they did not come to help Yahweh’s cause nor rally to Yahweh’s side to fight the mighty.”
The most blessed of all women is Jael, wife of Heber the Kenite— the most fortunate of Bedouin women. Sisera came to Jael’s tent and asked for water, but she gave him milk; she brought him buttermilk in a beautiful bowl. With a tent peg in one hand and a workman’s hammer in the other, she struck Sisera and pierced his skull; she drove the peg through his temple. She shattered his skull, and he lay still before Jael. Sprawled on the tent floor, he bit the dust at her feet— deader than a doornail!
Sisera’s mother waited for him at her window; she gazed from behind the lattice and lamented: “Why is the clatter of his chariot so late in coming? Why are his horses so slow to return?” The wisest of her princesses replied; indeed, she even thought to herself: “They must be gathering and dividing the spoils: a slave-girl or two for each man, colorful cloth and garments as plunder for Sisera, two colorful garments, embroidered, and richly embroidered garments for my neck.”
Yahweh, may all who hate you perish in the same way! But may those who love you shine like the sun, bright in its strength as it crosses the sky!
Then the land had peace for forty years.
Radically Happy 
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