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Do Not Disturb

I write this as I struggle with Sunday Morning Gathering yet again. I have stopped going because I’m too discouraged about my inability to join in. This is not unique to the house where I have gone the past 5-1/2 years; any gathering that projects the words on a screen and plays music I don’t know will be inaccessible to me.
The challenge in the modern Church seems to be broader than this. It’s as though there’s a “Do not disturb” sign on the door: Anything or anybody that causes discomfort is neatly set aside.
I have heard pastors say they shouldn’t be expected to visit people when they are in the hospital; in fact, I had that happen about 13 years ago. I hear believers say they “just want to experience God’s presence,” which turns out to mean that they don’t want to see to others when they are at Church; that they don’t care about the quality of music…they just want to feel good.
“What’s in it for me?” seems to be the measure of what makes a successful gathering – In a word, consumerism.
I always hesitate to pick on the Church too much: There is plenty of that; God loves His beautiful Bride.

The deal is, we need to repent, and soon, before this anesthesia kills us.

 

The Sign On the Door

“I’m a pastor, paid to pray;
Please don’t intrude on my life that way!
I don’t want to visit the poor;
Please note the sign posted on my front door.”

“We like our worship; it makes us grin.
We don’t care if you can’t join in.
Please don’t tell us you’re distress and bored;
Please note the sign posted on our front door.”

“Do not disturb,” it plainly reads;
We don’t care about your wants and needs;
Please don’t ask us to do any more;
Please note the sign posted on our front door.

Years ago in such a place,
A man came in who was full of grace.
He made a whip with many cords;
He ripped that old sign right off their front door.

Animals, money, vendors, they say,
Watched tables turn as they ran away.
“No den of thieves; not anymore!”
Disturbance had just come through their front door.

May this same God, who longs for his bride
To be pure and spotless when she stands by his side
Confront and deliver, heal and restore;
Till that dreadful sign is off her front door.

Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly, we pray;
Forgive our sins; take our selfishness away;
Disturb us until we long for more
Of you in our lives; Please come through that front door.

 

Audacious

Faith so audacious,
We dare to believe
That God is greater
Than all we see;
That He is more powerful
Than any circumstance;
We are guided by His will;
We simply don’t live by chance.

 

Faith so audacious
We trust Him and pray,
Till we have heard Him;
Then we obey.
Living with expectancy;
Bold because we belong
To Papa God’s household;
The Lord most gracious and strong.

 

Faith so audacious
We happily rest
In God’s loving arms,
Where we are blessed.
We receive His provision;
Papa’s unending care;
Then we give it to others,
Rejoicing in all we share.
Faith so audacious
We know He will heal
Injury and disease
With power so real.
We still look for miracles
From Jesus, Risen King;
We live out courageous faith
For God is our Everything.

Advent

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Looking back;
Remembering the story
Of God’s life among us;
His wonderful glory:
A day long ago,
When a baby was born
To bring a new covenant
To the world so forlorn.

 

Watch for the day
When Jesus comes again
To gather His people;
All promises attend.
A day filled with awe
And ecstatic delight,
Together with the Bridegroom,
A celebration bright.

 

When it’s time,
Neither early nor late;
Lord Jesus will return
In His glorious state
Until then, we live,
Depending on His grace
And look forward to that day
When we meet face to face.

The Refuge

There is a refuge from chaos and strife,
Where all can receive abundant life.
A place where peace and joy prevail;
And all are embraced, even when they fail.

 

This refuge is built on intimate love,
Sealed by the Son of God above.
The King of kings and Lord of lords;
Who redeems and saves us, heals and restores.

 

But how will people ever come to know
This is a place where they can go,
Unless we live to show the way
By being God’s expression every day?

 

The living refuge is alive and well,
Standing against the gates of Hell.
Pointing the way so all come in,
To the Refuge where they are born again.

 

Chaos may increase and the storms will brew,
But peace abides in God most true.
Let us give thanks to His great Name,
Yesterday, today, forever the same.

So Many Treasures

The people who came to our feast today;
The ones who helped and gave.
The lovely flowers brought to us;
The treats we were pleased to have.

 

Expressions of warmth and gratitude;
People who showed they care;
Hope, excitement, joy and pleasure;
All we were privileged to share.

 

Sometimes, I have to dig and search,
Other times, blessings just come.
Either way, I give thanks for them:
God, friends, family, home.

“I’m Gonna Let It Shine”

There once was a lamp
That was very bright;
Made from gold and jewels,
It gave off beautiful light.
The family who owned it
Were filled with fear and doubt;
They hid the lovely lamp
Until it went out.

 

Another lamp stood
Serenely and tall
In front of a building
Where it lit the way for all.
There were many ideas
Of how the lamp should be
So it was remodeled
Till no one could see.

 

The Giver of Light
Came to town one day.
He noticed that both lamps
Were failing to light the way.
One was hidden and cold;
The other compromised;
Not able to be used;
Worthless and despised.

 

He worked with each lamp,
Restoring its flame;
Then he told the people
They must never be the same.
Freed from isolation,
Each lamp stood in its place,
Uncompromised and real,
Shining with God’s grace.

 

Isolation kills;
Compromise destroys.
The words of this story
Come with a challenging voice:
Let God’s light within you
Shine brightly every day;
With Him as Source and Goal,
Walk in His true way.

Two Voices

The noise of the world
Calls me to a place
Filled with anger, fear and distress;
But a stronger voice
Of mercy and grace
Draws me close, where I am blessed.

 

I can make the choice
To be in that space
Where I must endure the test;
Or I can retreat
To seek the Lord’s face
And enter into His rest.

 

It’s tempting enough
To run in the race
That forces me to impress;
But then there’s the way
With a steady pace
Found in the One I confess.

 

I’ll forsake the noise
And reject each trace
Of corruption from my breast;
Surrendered to Christ,
In His warm embrace
At home in Him, life is best.

 

What Does It Mean?

What does it mean to you;
How does it make a difference?
Knowing that God is ever present;
That He is the Almighty One
Who protects and provides?

 

Knowing God’s wisdom is  infinite;
He sticks closer than a brother;
Who comforts and counsels?

 

Knowing that you are loved perfectly;
Now, in every way and forever;
He always draws you closer?

 

What does it mean to you?
How have you changed,
Being born of the Spirit;
A child in God’s household;
Son and daughter of the Most High?

 

In a word, everything;
Each heartbeat and breath;
All thoughts and feelings;
Expectancies and perceptions.

 

It means that in Him
We live and move;
In Him we have our being;
He is our Source and Goal.

 

To God be all glory;
Every song of praise;
Blessing and adoration;
To You, oh Lord;
To Your Name always!

JESUS, YOU ARE

Jesus, you are healer:
Every injury and disease
Of spirit, soul and body
Must yield to your loving hand.

 

Jesus, you are Savior:
Every part of darkness
That would seek to imprison
Shatters in your presence.

 

Jesus, you are Redeemer:
All things and every person
Who was hopelessly lost
Has been found and ransomed by you.

 

Jesus, you are my All in all:
Every day, thought, circumstance;
Even my very being
Is hidden in you.

 

Jesus, because you are God
And we belong to you,
We are new creations;
Vessels filled with your very presence.

 

Thank you.

LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE

(Based on Matthew 5:16)

 

In the darkness of night
And the tumolt of storm;
When violence threatens
To bring in harm,
Let your light shine;
Let it be bright
the most troubling darkness
Can’t stand in the light.

 

In deepest of sorrow
And perplexity strong;
When heaviness tries
To steal your song,
Let your light shine
Lift your lamp high;
Deliverance is coming;
Salvation is nigh.

 

Oh, God’s precious people,
Who are called in His Name,
You are made holy;
You’re not the same;
Let your light shine
So others see
The Lord’s wonderful goodness;
To Him be glory!