The grand adventure calls to us all,
stirring deep longings,
and yet
we settle for mediocrity
in the day to day.
Are we simply a cosmic accident
or important
characters embarking
on a hero's journey?
At the end of a long night shift,
an exhausted fisherman
is drafted and grudgingly
shares his boat.
Fighting yawns,
he listens,
knuckles denting
grizzled cheeks,
intrigued.
After talking
comes the absurd request -
"Let down your nets."
When logic fails,
Simon obliges.
Muscles screaming
and head throbbing,
he and his partners toss
freshly cleaned nets
into slate colored water.
Then the impossible happens -
nets fill beyond capacity
in dawn's milky light -
and Simon chokes
on his fear.
This is not a world he recognizes
and he clutches his
small understandings
and squeezes his eyes shut,
saying, "go from me."
Jesus gently reaches down,
invites Peter from his
calloused knees
and into a bigger story.
The choice is between
the predictable world
that logic and science dissect,
a world that can be measured
and quantified -
coins counted by a miser
behind closed shutters -
and the unknown
adventure story
filled with causes that matter
and a Hero whose heart
can be trusted.
Creative Note-taking • Unedited, quickly captured, and honest responses to teaching at Hillcrest Chapel through image and language.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Becoming God's Storytellers - David Knebe; 11/23/14
A mandate of words:
grace-full
and spicy discourse
wielded well.
Stories draw
better than formulas
and dry,
four-point laws -
as humans are more pleasant
with flesh covering bone.
Humans are flawed characters,
facing conflicts
and antagonists,
braving adversity
and choosing
the wrong door more often than not,
but loved
unreasonably
by a brave, self-sacrificing
Hero.
Living within that story
will flavor our words.
Knowing the Hero intimately,
we will brag on Him
and smile fondly.
Connections can spark
from common, day-to-day
tinder.
Wait for the power...
ask...
trust...
and tell.
grace-full
and spicy discourse
wielded well.
Stories draw
better than formulas
and dry,
four-point laws -
as humans are more pleasant
with flesh covering bone.
Humans are flawed characters,
facing conflicts
and antagonists,
braving adversity
and choosing
the wrong door more often than not,
but loved
unreasonably
by a brave, self-sacrificing
Hero.
Living within that story
will flavor our words.
Knowing the Hero intimately,
we will brag on Him
and smile fondly.
Connections can spark
from common, day-to-day
tinder.
Wait for the power...
ask...
trust...
and tell.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Act Like a Missionary, Carlo Furlan; 11.9.14 (Luke 10:25-37)
Do this and you will live:
show compassion
on a hazardous road
to your wounded foe.
The letter of the law
will fail you;
your sparkling reputation
will do no good
if you
walk on by.
To feel the pain of others
we must walk
slowly enough,
with eyes alert.
The tender heart responds
to another's needs
at any cost.
No inconvenience
is too great;
no physical discomfort,
no social awkwardness
or financial insecurity
can compare
with the blessedness
of giving.
"He is no fool who gives
what he cannot keep
to gain
what he cannot lose."
-- Jim Elliott
show compassion
on a hazardous road
to your wounded foe.
The letter of the law
will fail you;
your sparkling reputation
will do no good
if you
walk on by.
To feel the pain of others
we must walk
slowly enough,
with eyes alert.
The tender heart responds
to another's needs
at any cost.
No inconvenience
is too great;
no physical discomfort,
no social awkwardness
or financial insecurity
can compare
with the blessedness
of giving.
"He is no fool who gives
what he cannot keep
to gain
what he cannot lose."
-- Jim Elliott
Sunday, November 2, 2014
"See and Feel Like a Missionary" - Brady Bobbink; Matt. 9:35-38, Col. 3:12
Moved with compassion,
He healed and called,
saying, "Come."
Gaunt faces
and empty hands
lifted and multiplied,
baking in the dusty sun.
A horde of the hungry
flooded the streets,
sweat rivulets prickled
and steamed,
the stench of a river
of packed humanity
overwhelming.
Yet Jesus smiled
at the ripe harvest,
hearts riven by fear
and harassement,
and likened them
to lost sheep.
He saw through
the calloused exteriors
and felt their wounds;
saw through their eyes;
was moved by compassion
to action.
Pull on the garment of compassion,
put off revulsion
and apathy.
Dress in empathy
and pray for harvesters -
compassionate reapers
with tender tools.
Ask.
Come.
Go.
He healed and called,
saying, "Come."
Gaunt faces
and empty hands
lifted and multiplied,
baking in the dusty sun.
A horde of the hungry
flooded the streets,
sweat rivulets prickled
and steamed,
the stench of a river
of packed humanity
overwhelming.
Yet Jesus smiled
at the ripe harvest,
hearts riven by fear
and harassement,
and likened them
to lost sheep.
He saw through
the calloused exteriors
and felt their wounds;
saw through their eyes;
was moved by compassion
to action.
Pull on the garment of compassion,
put off revulsion
and apathy.
Dress in empathy
and pray for harvesters -
compassionate reapers
with tender tools.
Ask.
Come.
Go.
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