The lie that has the greatest potential for destruction is the one we tell ourselves.
We were created to be with You
Which is why life is so chaotic and confusing without you
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Lord, help me to be ever mindful of Your nearness
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We were meant to follow You
Which is what makes us so susceptible to pursuing the agenda’s of mere men
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Lord, train my eyes to remain fixed upon the Author & Finisher of my faith
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We were crafted in Your image
Which is why we struggle to “find ourselves” without You
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Lord, transform me by the power of Your most Holy Spirit
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We were made to love You
Which is why no other relationship seems to fill the void within us
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Lord, help me to love You, with all of my heart, soul & spirit
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We were fashioned for worship
Which is why we so easily fall into idolatry
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Lord, guard my heart against the treason of my human nature
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We were designed with a purpose
Which is why life seems so meaningless to those who don’t know You
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Lord, guide me to the destiny that You have ordained for me
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We were first conceived by You
And to You we shall one day return
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Lord, I pray that on the day we come face to face, all that I am will have already been placed in your hands
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We say that we believe
Yet struggle in our doubt
We declare that we are free
Yet live as though we’re bound
We say that You are good
Yet blame You in our pain
We claim to be victorious
While stumbling in defeat
We say Your joy is our strength
Yet battle with depression
We call ourselves Your followers
While adhering to the whims of culture
We say that You’re the Comforter
Yet find ourselves beyond consolation
We consider ourselves Your army
Despite our inability to deploy the weapons You gave us
We say that we love You
Though our passions are invested in temporal things
We claim that You are with us
Yet struggle with feelings of abandonment
We say that You are truth
Yet also believe that truth is relative
We call ourselves Your Bride
Yet prostitute our souls in the marketplace
You said that people would know us by our love for each other
And by the fruit of our lives
And sadly
That is exactly how they know us
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I wake in the midst of this classroom called “life”
The walls of my being like chalkboards
Covered with the dusty remnants of lessons already taught
Full of information, but devoid of context
Like graffiti scrawled across my soul
Thoughts and feelings and fears and dreams swirl within me
Each one, like an eager child
Trying to shove their way to the front of the line
As I climb from my bed, they crowd around me
Trying to bully me into a corner
The morning fog obscures my vision
And the undertow pulls at my footing
In the dim light of the dawn, I ponder the possibility of retreat
Maybe I’m the wrong man
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
But then, like a flash of lightning penetrating my spirit
I remember that this is the day that You have made
That through You, all things are possible
And that I am Yours
Come Lord Jesus
Come most Holy Spirit
Wash my slates clean with Your word
As I surrender afresh to Your will
Create in me, O Lord, a clean heart
And renew in me a right spirit
Guide me in the faith You’ve authored
And be glorified in my days
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Sometimes a man looks in the mirror
and doesn’t recognize the person he sees
Sometimes the hurt in a loved one’s face
makes a man feel like a failure
Sometimes a man speaks
and he hates the sound of his own voice
Sometimes the only way a man knows how to express his fear
is through anger
Sometimes what a man cannot provide
is a source of humiliation
Sometimes a man tries to blaze his own path
and gets lost in the shadows of the trees
Sometimes a man invests his sense of worth in things
that ultimately make him feel bankrupt
Sometimes a man tries to carry the weight of the world
and it crushes him
Sometimes a man wonders if all of his effort
really makes any difference
Sometimes a man’s heart breaks
and it doesn’t make a sound
Sometimes a man needs to be reminded that he is only a child in the eyes of his Father
and that nothing depends on his perfection
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With our oldest child graduating this year, it’s hard to resist the urge to attempt to dispense some wise counsel for the future. Of course, at eighteen she’s probably not likely to hear much of what I’ve got to say; so I’ll offer this list for everyone else’s graduates. Hopefully she’ll room with one of them at college. [Note: Because good advice is timeless, this is an only slightly revised version of other lists I’ve written in recent years.]
1. Life is not a ride, it’s a journey. A ride is simply being carried along to wherever the vehicle happens to be going, while a journey has an ultimate destination, which requires some navigation and effort to complete. Unless we purpose in our heart to be someone, or to do something, we are likely to live life like a pinball; propelled by gravity, and bouncing from one obstacle to another. Anything worthwhile in life will require some investment on our part. Those who are unwilling to make such an investment will generally be pushed along by the winds of circumstance to some uncertain end.
2. Misery not only loves company, it wants to settle down and have children too. I’ve noticed that miserable people not only seek out other miserable people to bond with, but that they’ll often unconsciously sabotage anything that has the potential to pull them from their misery. There are few emotions that are as debilitating and self-sustaining as self-pity. Generally the only way to remain free of such feelings is through a dogged determination not to live that way. As long as we are willing to blame other people, and circumstances, for our condition, we will remain powerless to change it.
3. What other people believe about you isn’t as important as what you believe about yourself. Only the things which we genuinely believe have the ability to impact how we live. Therefore, the only words (positive or negative) that have the power to move us are those which we accept as truth. If a man concludes that he is a failure, no amount of praise or encouragement can bring him to victory; and if a man concludes that he is an over-comer, no amount of criticism can hold him back. While we are generally powerless to keep others from speaking about us, we possess the ultimate responsibility for what we are willing to accept as truth.
4. Planting apple seeds won’t get you an orange tree. Just as dependable as the law of gravity is the concept that we will reap (i.e. harvest) what we sow (i.e. plant). Though this phrase is immediately recognizable to most people, there are few who actually live as though it were true. Our human nature will often cause us to be unforgiving with other people, while expecting generosity in return; to be deceptive about our motivations, while expecting others to deal with us honestly; and to be selfish about our desires, while expecting others to be considerate of us. We must always remain conscious of the fact that the cup we use to dispense blessing is the cup that we will eventually drink our blessings from.
5. The path of least resistance is rarely a road worth taking. Often what causes something to be valuable is that it cannot be easily attained. It follows then that the most valuable things in life normally require some perseverance to apprehend. While everyone may sincerely want these kinds of things for their life (e.g. a healthy body, a strong marriage, a successful career…), few are willing to endure the process it takes to secure them. Unfortunately, we live in a culture that increasingly values convenience above quality, and in which many of our children have grown up with an expectation of the instant gratification of their desires. Many a parent has worked hard to ensure that their kids get a great education, so that these children won’t have to struggle like they did. But this ignores the fact that it is in the midst of the struggle that we tend to develop our character and work ethic; and that without this development we are generally ill equipped to handle adversity. I’ve found that you can teach someone with character and work ethic just about anything, but without those qualities, an education becomes of little value. I’ve also come to believe that giving my children everything that I didn’t have when I grew up will likely handicap them for life.
6. There are few jobs easier than being a critic and few that are more taxing than being a builder. I’m ashamed to admit that there have been times in my life when I’ve been like the guy who sits in the back of the classroom, ridiculing the person whose teaching the class. Playing the role of critic, while someone sincerely tries to have a positive influence on the people around them. While I might try to rationalize that their efforts were less than perfect, or maybe even in vain, life has taught me how little that criticism helps anyone. It takes a tremendous amount of effort and patience to bring unity where there has only been division, or to stir a group to battle, when they’ve only known defeat, or to restore a sense of hope to a place of desolation… The builder must make a concerted effort to create, while the critic can bring destruction with little effort. As a witness to, and a participant in, both of these processes, I’ve committed myself to spending the rest of my days being engaged in the building up, and not the tearing down.
7. No person or thing can “make you happy”. People can support us, love us, inspire us, and even enhance the quality of our life. But unless we determine within ourselves to find the joy, the beauty and the hope within our given circumstance, we will never be “happy”. The idea that it is someone else’s role to bring happiness into our life places tremendous pressure on our relationships, often causing them to fail (e.g. they just don’t make me happy anymore…). Similarly, material things do not have the ability to bring satisfaction to our souls. I’ve noticed that people who can be grateful for what they have today, will generally be that way regardless of what they have. And that people, who crave something more, will normally continue to crave regardless of what they get.
8. For everything there is a season and it’s important not to despise the season that you’re in. If you live long enough you notice that there is a sort of pattern that life follows and that things come and go in seasons. While we have a natural tendency to like some seasons better than others, I’ve found that every season comes with both challenges and blessings. If we focus on the challenges of the season we’re in, we’ll often miss the blessings, and spend our time pining away for the season to change. Conversely, if we focus on the blessings of each season, it makes the challenges easier to endure, and brings a sense of variety to the journey.
9. It’s hard to be Clint Eastwood if you’re really Mr. Rogers. As I was growing up my conception of what a man was came largely from my father, who was a big fan of men like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. Throughout my adolescence there were other icons (e.g. John Travolta – Saturday Night Fever, Sly Stallone – Rambo, Don Johnson – Miami Vice…) who seemed to collectively shape the culture’s conception of manhood, and who I unconsciously graded myself against. Since I was nothing like these men I assumed that I just wasn’t much of a man, and in subtle ways I let their image affect how I walked, talked, dressed… But as I got older I began to notice that there weren’t many things less attractive than someone trying to be something that they’re not (e.g. a middle aged woman dressed like teenager; a suburban white kid acting as though he grew up in the ghetto; a man with a bad toupee, acting as though it is his natural hair…). I eventually came to peace with the understanding that regardless of the fact that I bear little or no resemblance to the trendy cultural images of manhood, the best thing I could do was to be myself. That catharsis has allowed me to do things like wear the clothes that I feel comfortable in; to act silly in public, just to make my kids laugh; to say “I love you too honey” when I hang up the phone in front of someone; to cry at sad movies…, all without feeling self conscious. I highly recommend it.
10. It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game. Experience teaches us that the road to victory is generally paved with some amount of defeat; and that how we respond to those defeats will generally determine whether or not we ever come to the place of victory. While victory tends to be the goal of every player, I’ve found that what we remember is how they played the game. It is not necessarily the player with the highest winning percentage that captures our imagination, it is the player who played unselfishly, or with integrity, or who overcame the biggest odds… Even for those who taste great victory, it is always in a moment that quickly passes into a lifetime of other moments. At the moment we pass from this life, it won’t be that moment of glory that matters most; it will be how we lived all the other moments that ultimately defines us.
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As difficult as it is to walk on water, it may be even harder to watch someone you love attempt it.
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A Friend to My Father
August 5, 2011 by bjcorbin
I was my parent’s problem child, which isn’t to imply that my brothers and sister were perfect. We all went through our rough periods, but I was the one who consistently struggled, and routinely required a lot of parenting. To be sure, my low points reached far greater depths than I ever would have imagined, and looking back, it’s a wonder that I wasn’t more permanently damaged by some of my woeful choices.
Those struggles were not a byproduct of passive or poor parenting. In fact, my parents were extremely proactive in raising all of us. I was just the kind of kid who desperately needed an abundance of support, guidance, accountability, and ultimately strong boundaries; all of which my parents readily provided. I knew what was right and what was expected; unfortunately, I frequently chose to forge an alternative path.
If folly is bound up in the heart of a child, I seemed to be born with a double portion to work through. Because of this, it was essential that one of the earliest revelations of my father was that of an authoritarian. Though he was loving and caring from the beginning, recognizing him as the ultimate authority was pivotal to my early development. Had I not been forced to adhere to some external standard, which I recognized as being greater than myself, it is likely that I would have continued to live out of the futility and chaos that has so often reigned within my own heart and mind. I guess another way to say it is that because my will had to bend to his will, I learned that my will (e.g. what I thought, what I felt, what I wanted…) was never the final word. Undoubtedly, few lessons in my life have been more valuable than that one.
Though I did eventually manage to become a fully functional adult, I also continued to make questionable choices in my life, which I believe kept my father’s paternal guard up. Though he treated me with the dignity and respect due a fellow adult, to some degree he still had to view me through the lens of his struggling child. Though I didn’t recognize that at the time, it became evident to me, when some years later, it changed.
That change occurred when I was in my early thirties, and the life that I had carefully built crumbled before my eyes. As I cried out to God, my will finally began to genuinely yield to His, and my life began to dramatically turn. As those changes took root in me, I noticed that it also changed how my earthly father related to me. He was more relaxed, less paternal and more like a friend. A few years later, when he became terminally ill, we had some amazingly frank conversations about God, life, death… where he spoke in an unguarded way; like you would with a trusted confidant. Though my father passed away shortly after my fortieth birthday, I will always treasure those moments of friendship that we shared in his final years. Though I was honored to be called his son, it somehow seems even more profound that he might also have considered me his friend.
Ultimately, I believe this pattern of relationship reflects what God intends for His children as well. He says that fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. If we don’t begin by recognizing Him as the ultimate authority, and greater than ourselves, we never yield our will to His. Though we may speak of Him highly, and even claim to be His, we live life on our own terms, guided by our own ideas, and going in the way that seems right to us (which the Bible says, “leads to death”). When Jesus first gathered the disciples, they related to Him as Rabbi (i.e. teacher), which was a position of great authority in Jewish culture. They called themselves His servants and referred to Him as “Master”. It wasn’t until the night before His death that Jesus bestowed upon them the title of “friends”.
Unfortunately, modern philosophies on parenting favor the idea that parents ought to relate to their children as friends over the more traditional authoritarian approach; but in practice this generally creates dysfunctional family relationships. Children raised in this manner remain self-centered, compulsive, demanding, and disrespectful. As in so many other aspects, Western Christianity has mirrored the culture by frequently trying to introduce the heavenly Father as “friend”; but like the earthly counterpart, this does not produce a legitimate or functional family.
If we do not first recognize Him as Lord, and come through the cross of Christ, we have no incentive to die to ourselves and to live through Him. We might call Him good, and look to Him for provision, but we live in our own strength, and by our own sense of righteousness. Though I do believe that God ultimately wants to be able to relate to His children as friends, I also believe that this is a distinction that we must grow into over the course of time. As it was with my earthly father, I would be forever humbled to one day be counted a friend to my Father in heaven.
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