Looking in all the Wrong Places

Oh the search for Yaweh
How we ought know
That all our looking
Is but ignoring our soul

We search the stars
And ill scour the seas
But Ill not find Him there
If I've not found Christ in me

He is here 
Only inches deep
Within the hardest 
Shell I've seen

To dismantle the old
Is a task among tasks
Naught but complete surrender
Is what my Lord asks

Take it all King of Glory
Strip flesh bare to bone
If that's what it will take
To finally be at home.

Let my own skin be home,
In it may your love be shown. 

True Disciple

Fear me Satan
For all is well
Though I be not giant
I throw back hell

Know that I seek
And always I find
The purpose of Him
Who limits your time

You see I have found
The key to your defeat
It's the audible sound
Of your enemy

His name is my power
And I am endowed
We will cast you lower
So be not too proud

You see
I am small in faith
But this I know
I have found a path
On which always I grow

He is a hider
So I'll be a seeker
He conceals for me
What makes you weaker

It may be your time 
a little while yet your turn
But fear me Satan 
for I have learned 
To learn

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

Hope.

That's her name.

She is my new friend, and she is amazing. Gorgeous really.



She is a 1981 Honda Twinstar.

That's right, 200cc of raw power... Aproximently 25% larger engine than my scooter...

"I get seventy miles to the gallon on this hog" but I didn't "trade(d) it straight up for the van"...

Let's go riding together.

Praise Papa por Pancakes

Pancake breakfasts. One to enjoy every week, on Tuesday morning, at the top of a mountain.

I just got down the hill from Hume Lakes infamous "pancake breakfast". It is held at inspiration point (6000ft up on a mountain top), overlooking a very Yosemite-like valley.


Granite peaks, sequoia trees, mountain bees, and dining-hall free.

Now that's the abundant life Jesus was talking about.

In this Christian life... I feel like I'm cheating... I mean... how can you NOT find God in a moment like that?

There is something to the simplicity of paper plates, Krusties flour, a little bit o' water, and a world class, in-the-dirt, mountaintop experience. The first taste of a raspberry syrup covered pancake entered my mouth, and I thought to myself "Jesus do like pancakes?". The second bite changed my perspective: "Jesus! You like pancakes. Thanks a million!"

My hands now smell like coffee, hand sanitizer, pine, and dirt all in one.

Praise Papa por Pancakes.

Sunshine

This is a letter I wrote to my wife this morning; and while praying I felt like God wanted me to share. So after reluctantly fighting against the post:

Sunshine,
To me you are like the breaking of the morning,
the cracking of the dawn,
like the light invades the darkness,
So you bring clarity,
So you bring purity,
So you bring love.

Shalom.

May our covenant be as it should be,
Pure in the sight of God,
May his peace be the strength of our feet,
The weapon we fashion against darkness,

Oh, that He will find righteousness in us!

May the mercy and worship of David permeate our lives,
May the wisdom of Solomon lead our actions,
May the faithfullness of Paul be granted us,
May the victory of Christ set our context.

Grace.

May it abound more in us.

Hope.

Let it be our constant friend.

Love.

Love shall guide us home, each day, to each other,
to the father, to the ends of the earth.

Love.

Kendall Dean

Fin.

Perfection is a difficult mark to take hold of.
Perfect contentment, peace, hope, faith... really God?

"Be anxious for nothing"?
"In all things, with prayer and petition"?

Wow. This is an extreme God.

Wow. This is an all encompassing faith.

Wow. What is going to take to be all in?


Christ in me, the hope of glory. The Spirit of the living God leading my every moment. It takes being yielded completely to the Holy Spirit.

My perspective must change.

Today.

Here it is: To focus my mind on the finished work of Jesus Christ my savior. He is risen indeed! He has overcome the grave! Shout it among the nations, whisper it to your soul, picture it in your mind. Jesus has conquered death! Satan has lost all His authority in heaven on earth because Jesus has been “given all authority in heaven on earth”. End of story. Satan lost. We won. It is FINISHED.

FINISHED.

Don’t [we] dare miss that point.

We fight from victory; not for it.

He has made us a victorious people… you are not a sinner saved by grace… if you know the living Lord, then you are a saint for you were a sinner saved by grace. You were saved and now you became a saint.

The finished work of Calvary should rule my thoughts.

Finished.

We belong.

Camp fire stories.

This falls into that category.

Here we are, the two of us, you and I. Connected via the world wide web. For you this may be a coffee shop browsing, or a home couch lounging, or an office distraction: but for me it's a campfire story.

Blazing in front of me is the four foot flame that I just nurtured into life. Sorry tree. You had to go somehow... the stars are out for the second night. They are little "holes to heaven" if you talk to Jack Johnson, or if you are speaking to Brooke Frasure then they are there "just to show us, we belong.". As for me, they are memories hidden, and futures prepared.

In fact, these sprinkles across the sky are so majestic, so vast, that they seem to set all things back to zero. My future, my past, my friends, my wife, my dreams, my experiences, they all are captured in that moment.

These holes to heaven really do remind me that I belong.

The camp fire blazes and all is settled. All is peace. All is free.

We belong.