The Deadbolt on Damien's Door

This is one of the most devastating things that I saw in Belgium. It is the inside of the front door of the largest "church" in Belgium - if you can call it a church. That's a padlock - this "church" is dead, you have to enter from a side door. People were tanning on the lawn. The Belgian flags were higher than cross. It was an interesting experience, I was flabbergasted. This song came out of the experience though, even now I am still not sure what to think of this.

There's a deadbolt on the door, there's a lock on your hearts
I feel that we've been here before, when does the service start?
You've built a tower to babel, but no one listens
in your stain glass windows, does Christ still glisten?
The pews are empty in this Hill of Mercy,
The gift shops open but the pulpits closed
In this temple to God, no one singing
Where's the Father, no one knows?

You've built your ivory tower of your precious blue stone
in your steeple to the sky what does it mean that no one's home?

The five bells ring but do they make a sound?
The building stands, as people hit the ground.
Damien, unlock your doors.
Fill this place with love just like before.
The beauty of grace is that it's still free,
Show this world again what freedom means.

You've locked the world so they can't see. You put the deadbolt on, you've lost the key
You've very last words seem to be "this church is dead does Jesus live in me?"


(I know the difference between deadbolts and padlocks - deadbolt just sings better)

I feel that I may have already written the best song that I will ever write - and I can only take credit for the lyrics. I've come to the reality that I will not make a living off of music, this make it incredibly difficult to want to write anymore.

However, I am at that point in life where I feel like in the next month I will somehow find the creative energy to write a full album... or at least finish the one that I've been working on.

My magnum opus is coming in what form I do not know, but it's coming. God isn't done with me. The more I think about it, the more I realize that He has barely even started... at least I hope.

Potter's Wheel

"So place me on the potter's wheel spin me until
There's nothing left but you in my life
Cause brokenness is what I want
So do a work here in my heart,
So when you look at me you see your reflection."

 Thank you, Daniel Bashta.

Jeremiah 18

Romans 5:8-10

⁸But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

 ⁹Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him! ¹⁰For if, when we were God's enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life! ¹¹Not only is this so, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.

Wow. There is so much beauty in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Don't Settle

Girls, don't settle.

Do not settle for a chestless man. Don't settle for a boy. Read , 1 Timothy and 2 Timothy, Titus. They are often known as the pastoral epistles but they should also very much be the characteristics to be found in a man.

Girls, hold me to this. If I waver rebuke me.

My Prayer for Today

Father,

I pray that I would stop being so worried about things that ultimately do not matter. I pray that I would be consumed with your will, and that I would trust you to allow these things to fall into place.

Yesterday, we celebrated that you conquered the grave. The most final thing we know in this life, and for some strange reason I find myself constantly worried that my problems are too big for you. You're the God of the Universe, everything was made for you and in you, and I am worried that you can't handle my problems.

... pity my little faith. I pray that you would increase my faith. I pray that I would decrease so that you might increase. I pray that you would continue to make me into the God fearing man, that you have already started to turn me into. Potter, I pray that you would continue to spin me on you wheel until all that's left is a beautiful pot that shines with your reflection.

More Than Rubies

I don't often write "love songs" - to be completely honest the last time I wrote anything about "love", in the context of temporal worldly love, was probably in high school.

You are worth more than rubies I have faith in that
I stand at the gate I am honored as I look back,
Many do right by me, but only you hold a candle
Beauty is fleeting, but your love I can't handle

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Why am I not there too?

I will love you, as if you were mine
Your noble character how can I find?
You are clothed in dignity you are my crown
Oh God, wont you send your favor down.

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Why am I not there too?