what does it mean anymore? that His love endures forever. when all we've got are ashes, empty rooms and a rainy season. it spells of a heart calloused and caught up with the cares of humanity, too far ahead to find it's footsteps home.
i'd give anything to come back to this place where i'd be truly happy and content.
trust. even when everything around me makes it difficult, makes it so darn hard to believe, i have to trust, that this God who created me, is working things out for me. that goodness and mercy follows me wherever i go.
i don't want to stay in the i don't knows and I can'ts. But what an empty wide space i now have before me? What do I fill it with? What do I do with it? Do i fill it with anything? The answers are not clear.
my heart is restless. wanting more. more. more. but i tarry in the waiting room, wondering if the doctor has forgotten my number...
and then, half way between putting my thoughts together, catching up with a close friend online, i was alerted to this piece of news that is already sending shock to a considerable sized community world wide.
I'm not sure how to take this. Some part of me is skeptical about the article but so far, most independent media, blogs and such have pointed to the authenticity of the claim that writer of the song, Healer, has attached a fake personal story of his struggle with cancer.
I'm a little shaken, well, pardon the pun, it wasn't intended at all, but I am not entirely shocked. I know too well my own human condition to pick up the brick. It could happen to anyone, Ted Haggard or not, Bill Clinton or not.
These are the days where we need to be reminded to come back to the heart of worship.
May life abound in these times for Pastor Mike. May his ear still be attentive. May his heart still be open to the chiding of the spirit. May we learn to lay our lives down, in spite of the meaninglessness of these troubles.
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