Spider Convention

Alright now, these thoughts have been burning in me for the past few weeks, finally I feel released to get them out. Well as a maintenance man, I do a lot of cleaning, so I guess it could be said that I much more like a janitor than a maintenance man. However, my title here at the church is maintenance, thus I call myself a maintenance man. As a maintenance man I see a lot of gross things, little brown paper bags, food smushed into the carpet, and well toilet gunk, and these things are not the most fun to clean up, but they are not the worst. I think one of the worst things that I have to clean up is spider webs. I hate cleaning these things up. Why you say, well let me tell ya (don't worry the burning thoughts are about to come, it just needs to be set up well): they stick to everything you used to clean them up with, they stick to the wall a lot instead of the tool I am using to clean them up with, they are often times pretty high and make my shoulders burn, at times they get so high I have to throw brooms up into them because I have nothing long enough to reach them and this stinks because all the debris flies in my eyes when I am looking up to get em. So I was thinking about these bloody spider webs and these were my thoughts. I wonder how and why spiders make there webs inside anyway. Surely, there are way more bugs outside than inside, right? So my thoughts progressed deeper and deeper. They must have an annual or semi-annual conference where all matters are discussed and concluded. I am sure they have the daddy long legs, for everyone knows that the daddy long legs are the wisest of spiders, as well as the granddaddy long legs, and if they are fortunate for that year's conference they have a great grandaddy long leg that has survived the years to reveal his wisdom. I am sure his wisdom is coveted by all the young spiders, although I am sure there are some that are rebellious and think their way is better. And still others that do not disagree with the old wise spiders, but have discovered times are changing due to global warming or other natural causes and have a new way of doing it.

So as I thought about such high and lofty things I began to think about the breakout sessions and what they talked about at them. I was certain that at these events is where they had the discussion as to where to weave your web. Some would argue inside buildings are far easier than outside of buildings due to the fact that the corners are concave, where the outside corners are convex, which you obviously can not web-weave there. Still others would I am sure say, that is why the windows are the best because they have the benefits of being outside and they have good corners. However, I am certain that only small spiders boast about the window corners, and the big House Spider raises one of his many hands in objection complaining that such advice preposterous. "There is no possible way that a window corner could hold my web" he says with slight irritation, but is truly prideful that he spins a mighty web that no window could hold. Then I am sure that order has to be restore to the breakout session and the subject is changed to the most effective web design. Here they bring in the master web designer, probably named Ryan (oh my gosh that is an unplanned, yet brilliant joke). I think I am going to stop before my blog losses all credibility.

Weak at Last

O, to be in the Lord’s presence.
Here I am wanted and desired.
There is no flaw in me.
The purity and the life
Radiates forth in the throne room of heaven.

Where are you Jesus?
I feel your peace,
I feel your hand upon me.
Where are you?
I do not simply want peace,
I want you!

May that echo in the courts of heaven.
I want you Jesus!
Thank you that your love is steady.
There are never droughts that quench the river of your love.

Let us go swimming, where are you in this river?
On my shoulder I feel you touch, but I look to late.
Deep, still deeper I go, knowing that, that is where you are going.
Let us go to an underground world deep, in the heart of the river.

Into the blackest of holes you go,
Jesus, my faith cannot hold out much longer.
My breath is about to run out, restore my breath,
That I might go to the depths to which you go.
Give me more faith that I might keep going down
I do not want to have to go back up.

Come and rescue you me Jesus.
My life now gone, lifeless I hang in the depths of the water
I have nowhere else to go.
I know that you will not disappoint me.

As I stop fighting, stop swimming;
I sink, deeper, effortlessly deeper.
The predators begin to swim around me,
But I know they cannot harm me.
I have nothing, I can just sink,
With hopes that you will catch me when I get to the depths of myself.

No more floaties, no more things to make me think I am ok.
I refuse to hold to anything, anymore; nothing.
I pass the rainbows, you will catch me.
Soon, eventually, I will hit the Rock.
The Rock that breaks all that fall upon it,
Broken, crushed, weak, lowly, alone, afraid, helpless:
This Rock brings the truth to light.
Let me be crushed, alone, afraid, broken, helpless:
Weak at last, I am not enough, I am broken, alone, afraid, helpless.
Finally, the truth that will set me free, I suck and that is ok.

I cannot do it, my heart rejoice, you are weak.
It is true, deny it no longer, you are wretched, dirty, and black.
Dead, hard, smoky, crushed, and smothered, you are my heart.
I have thought you were alive due to some emotions, but,
You are suffocating, be yourself and embrace that you are mess.

The cross takes only, the weak, bloody, broken, wretched, and deformed.
The cross is for the messy, beaten, afraid, lowly, and lonely.
The Rock, crushed his own Son, let the Rock crush you.
You are his son too. The Rock crushes only to bring life.
He only exposes you to cloth you, my heart embrace, who you are,
What you have become. You are not good or strong, O rejoice,
There is nothing good in you.

Be glad, I am weak at last. O liberating truth.
I never thought I would be so happy to confess:
I am lonely, afraid, not happy, unsatisfied, dirty, bloody, hard, and a mess.
But, I am! I am joyous to confess it!
I am what I am and I cannot change it!
Yes! It is true. I CANNOT CHANGE IT!
Liberty rings in these words, listen to it.

I, cannot change my dirty, rotten heart.
And man, it is rotten, no more hiding, no more clinging to the floaties.
I am a crusty, wrinkled, and deformed.
I do not have to hide it.
I am insecure and I do not think that I am cool.
No more, this is who I am.
I am in the light.

The blood of Jesus cleanses me.
Jesus gives me a new heart.
Jesus alone can change me. His loving touch restores me life.
His Spirit, his blood, his love.
You are strong! You are healing. You are tender.
Come and change me.
Your strength is far greater than my weakness!

"Hurricane a Comin Hoist the Riggins"

First off if anyone can name the movie quote from which my title comes from, I will call you, and congradulate you on the phone (please leave you number, due to the fact I lose phones frequently I have a hard time keeping up with #s). I will gladly put a second, I went on a date with a girl on Friday...and it was real fun. I like her! However, intriging that might be, that is not the main reason I wanted to blog. This following information is crucial...maybe a little dramatic, it is for sure exciting. I believe that the season in my life is changing or about to change. I heard a song that stirred deep emotions today by John Mark McMillan, called "How He Loves". For my roomates (at A&M that is) this is my latest guy to like, he is up there with Misty and Jason Upton. The whole song is money but it is the first verse and the last one that gets me. The first

"He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.
Oh, how He loves us so
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us so.

The last verse:

Well, I thought about You the day Stephen died and You met me between my breaking
I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony
...they want to tell me You're cruel
But if Stephen could sing, he'd say it's not true, cause...Cause he loves us...

I believe that the next season for me entails being like the tree in verse one. I think his love that is like a hurricane and the weight of his wind and mercy are going to bend me. I am excited to love, to live, and to enjoy. I am even looking forward to the strain, the pain, the bending, and hurting it will entail. I will being living, breathing, enjoying; life. Finally, able to be loved. O I am so excited to be loved and to love in return. I am excited to have a heart that bleeds when it is cut. Rocks don't bleed, but flesh does. I am certain as well, that the Lord is going to have to remind me of this blog, when I am in pain and a mess in the floor, crying out for relief from the pain. I know this...but more and more I am learning he is with me, and does not want me to hurt, yet he does want a bride that hurts with him. Yes, yes let it be Lord!

Big Ball of ahhmy Gosh

Well, it has been a while since I have put anything out here in the big nothingness, or everything, I am not sure about what it is, the internet. I was not for certain what I was going to talk about today when I got on, I feel like I am a big ball of energy. I just keep fidgeting and being like ahhhh man, what I am going to do. However, as I typed that first line it made me think about the internet and how crazy it is. I cannot get past the fact that I can hit a button that says publish and it goes really to nowhere, but can be seen everywhere, by anyone that wants to see it. That is crazy to me. I mean think about wireless internet. It is floating around all around you or me, for sure, right now since I am on wireless, but probably you too, now-a-days There is limitless information in the room with me. I mean is that good for me. What does it do to me? This is crazy I mean crazy. Amen.