Genesis: The Story We Find Ourselvess In 6/22/14 David Knebel

"In the beginning, God..."

 

 

Genesis - Tim Knipp

Genesis 1:1 - 2:3
 

Not from violence
Did it come
Sparkling raindrop, twinkling star.

Not to enslave 
But delight,
Soft fur, glittering feathers, rustling leaves.

Good and very good.

Pentecost, Dan Pursley 6/8/14

Power.
En-Powered.
[you will be] baptized in power
to carry on the mission.

Wait for it.

You can't manufacture it
or 
even
imagine it.

So wait.

It will cause a commotion
[co-motion],
liveliness,
a whirlwind
of Power.

Then go.

Go - go -go.

It is a commission [co-mission; 
I go with with you].

So go.
 

Dan Pursley - Acts 1 & 2

Mustard Seed Conspiracy, 5/25/14, Tony Campolo

The Kingdom of God is not a partial country club, but a place where a collection of ragged, earthly individuals makes following the will of God its only priority. Make it so in me,  Lord.

Mustard Seed Conspiracy, 5/25/14, Tony Campolo

Tranformation
        on earth,
       in us
and through us.
      
 The Kingdom world is
              an end to:
                - injustice
                       - war
                - poverty
                    - hatred
                       - crime
                  - pain.

The church is on the move
   because we win in the end.

It is a mustard seed
           conspiracy.

Watch out for the ugly,
         the wounded,
      the scraps of humanity
           others discard
                 and discount
    as useless trash.

Become God's agent
       in a hazardous world.
Expect no recognition
          or recompense
     except
           the priceless peace 
    of dancing in perfect step
         with
            Your Creator.

Become an agent
         of revolution.

Faith Promise, Tim Knipp 5/18/14

Bruised and broken, 
       the invisible woman
         steps from the slim shadow.
     Her head bowed
               before the sun's assault,
      she trudges to the 
               silent well.
She sees his toes first:
            calloused and dust-cloaked;
                her eyes flicker to his face
        and dart away
in anticipation of scorn.
            Instead of spit
                    and spite
                         (her usual fare),
             this stranger sees her 
                        and
                 instead of shrinking back,
                     offers water
           and sweet hope.
                    
The invitation is scripted
             in images she knows,
      scented with goodness,
          beauty 
              and real love -
        not the cheap imitation she 
                 has always fallen for.
Best of all, he sees her
            for what she is and 
                   who she is
            and does not turn away.

Energized with wonder,
          she sheds her ostracism
                   like an unnecessary cloak
          and races through the streets,
   sprinkling joy
             until others are wakened
        and stumble into the light
to see for themselves.