We are indeed a people of peace. But do not be deceived brethren. . . Take up your sword, wipe the dust from the blade. A war is upon us.

The Following is a quote by C.H. Spurgeon

" The Church of Christ is continually represented under the figure of an army; yet its captain is the Prince of Peace; its object is the establishment of peace, and its soldiers are men of a peaceful disposition. The spirit of war is at the extreme opposite point to the spirit of the gospel. Yet nevertheless, the Church on earth has, and until the second advent must be, the Church militant, the Church armed, the Church warring, the Church conquering. And how is this? It is in the very order of things that so it must be. Truth could not be truth in this world if it were not a warring thing, and we should at once suspect that it were not true if error were friends with it. The Spotless purity of the Truth must always be at war with the blackness and heresy of lies."

The following words are those of a new chorus I have written in an attempt to communicate the place I sometimes find myself . . . in the waiting. When it seems the Lord is silent, when the end isn't clear. In these times, however, I have found that He is just teaching me the urgent need for constant prayer, consistent communion, and renewal of my mind in His spoken Word. Every day of my life I need to be reminded of my utter dependency upon the person and work of Christ. Praise be unto God for His perserverant patience, faithfulness, and grace despite my tendencies to be faithless and lazy. He is always good. I am so glad He is not like me.

Bare and broken

until You clothe me

until You heal me.

Words unspoken

leave me empty

they leave me empty.

God, is mine not a noble longing?

To hear Your voice,

to hear You calling?

Lord, as my knees hit the earth,

I am seeing there's no worth in any other.

For You alone I wait in silence

Til these distant cries are covered

Covered.

Read Psalm 62:5-8

It will be good for your soul.

The hum of the speakers

The buzz of the bass,

Silence now broken,

She finds here no place.

Hear how the music

Slowly fills the air

Resounds in the depth

Of a place yet unseen . . .

A place deep

Deep inside of me.

Those who have sight

Cannot see

Those who can hear

Are deaf as of yet.

How to know the music?

Not from without.

No. . .

From within.

written 2-7-08