Saturday, November 29, 2008 at 4:19

It has been 36 hours since I last slept. This is not something to boast about; it is, in fact, unnecessary!

But this I bring to mind: “I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.” David recognized his need for God’s gift of rest, even when he very well could have spent countless hours weeping, worrying, fretting over the treachery of his son.

So how does this tie in with the role of steward, to which I am assigned as a child of God? Ephesians 5:16 comes to mind - “making the best use of your time, because the days are evil.” Time isn’t money, but it is valuable. Time is God’s gift to us, lengths of new opportunities for our use. Will I walk as wise or unwise tomorrow?

Sustain me as I take my rest; Supply me for the coming day, for I cannot supply myself the will or desire to do what is right in Your sight.

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Friday, November 28, 2008 at 16:19

No - this isn’t what you’re thinking about¹.

I don’t know too much about my pastor’s personal life.

But here’s what I know: he has a pretty awesome wife who’s wicked-sick at the piano. She plays every week. And he has three cool childrens.

I like watching him during service², worshipping God with his wife by his side - intentionally moving a pew back when she doesn’t sit where they normally do - preaching the Word of God, faithfully and carefully, week by week.

Through one of the toughest years of ministry, my pastor is exactly what his title describes him to be: a loving, caring man who serves his flock with great passion and zeal. He is subtly mischievous,  calm and collected, and has the stylings of Elisha. He is hospitable, inviting a bunch of university students over for a meal and conversation. He never loses his temper and bears much in great patience.

I’ve benefited much from him.

Thank you, Pastor Richard. I love you.

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Friday, November 28, 2008 at 12:16

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Thursday, November 27, 2008 at 21:55

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008 at 15:34

Batter my heart, three-person’d God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

John Donne, Holy Sonnet 14

(Thanks to Mr. Buzzard¹)

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