To the tune of Titanium (by David Guetta)
Inspired by the example of Jesus.
[Verse 1]
I may have flaws, but not the ones you’re calling out
You’re talking lots, not saying much
I’m criticized, so you can cover up your pain
You tear me down, I don’t fight back
[Pre-Chorus]
Protect yourself, shifting the blame
Lie away, Lie away
I’m sacrificed, to take your shame
Lie away, Lie away
April 1st, 2031 A.D.
Perhaps the most surprising aspect of the San Francisco Revival of the 2020s was an end to the politicization of abortion, in a way that seemed unimaginable to those who lived through the culture wars that peaked during the Trump presidency. While extremists on both sides still refuse to make peace, the public debate has largely moved on.
The turning point was when two courageous women made a conscious choice to reject the dichotomy between honoring women and honoring the unborn, thus defusing the righteous indignation that had fueled both sides.
And it all began with a yoga class…
C Am C Am / F G7 / (C)
Broken words and broken hearts, Broken lies keep us apart
How can we speak a truth we’ve never heard?
Broken words inside my heart, They are tearing me apart
How can we save the world with broken words?
Broken Words
Enjoy, Love & Glorify
God, Ourselves & Others
As Jesus Does
God, Us & Others
Enjoying, Loving, & Glorifying,
God, Ourselves, Others & the World
[Final version of Spiritual Christianity: Theology, Simplified]
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1r85tCpqvFYNHYQAsp-F7XTtH1C-Yhzpj1NfBTrXRHOI/edit?usp=sharing
Inspired by the USA Network TV show, Dick Schwartz’s Internal Family Systems model, and a Dream and Vision I had.
In order of appearance
Also featuring:
I see a locked door. In a dark and scary place, like a monster movie. Big, iron, with crisscrossed chains and padlocks.
Natalie walks up holding a flashlight. Monk trails behind nervously.
Suddenly Stottlemeyer steps in front of them. His eyes are bloodshot, as if he has been drinking, crying, or not sleeping. Perhaps all three. He is holding his gun in two shaky hands. Pointed at them.
“I warned you not to come here,” he rasps in a hoarse voice.
Dear God,
Thank you for creating me in Your image, and for loving us like Jesus.
Make me more and more like Jesus as I listen to your Word, your Spirit, and your Body.
Heal the wounds in my spirit that keep me from loving You, myself and others as Jesus did.
Help me show Your love to the world by practicing the generosity and vulnerability Jesus showed on the cross.
Teach me to always rejoice in the privilege of being your child.
I ask this because of everything Jesus did for me. So be it!
