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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Help!

Well... Bloggers across the country are asking their readers to contrubte to Katrina relief efforts today. Instapundit has a huge list of links. N.Z. Bear has a huge list of participating bloggers, and he's also got tools for you to record your donation. So... that being said... it would be great if you would donate to Samaritans Purse https://www.samaritanspurse.org/Giving_Form_SSL.asp (just click on the link... it will get you there...

Thanks & Blessings!

Paul & Mary

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Terri Schiavo

Our world is going nuts... Hugh Hewwitt has it right... "Convicted felons don't get executed until all the appeals are heard. Their executions are stayed even when they haven't got a prayer of a chance of success. Not so in this setting. And that is what is so shocking." This is so sad... Please pray for all involved in this heartbreaking case. Click here for all of Hugh's comments... Posted at 6:45 AM, Pacific

Monday, February 28, 2005

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…

These two following poems are about missions... this first one is one that I wrote about 2 years ago.... during a missions conference... Sow that is one that I wrote yesterday as Pastor Skip was finishing up his series on the church in Acts... Hope they get you thinking!

Blessings!

Paul

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh… You can send me anywhere else…
I’m willing to do whatever You want Lord…
Just don’t make me go there…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh… and no bugs Lord…
You know how I am about bugs…
Just don’t make me do bugs Lord…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh… and none of that weird food…
You know about all I can handle is Italian…
Just don’t make me do weird food Lord…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh… one more thing… no foreign languages
You know I just can’t learn them…
Just don’t make me learn foreign languages…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh… one tiny other thing… no living in a hut…
You know I have to have a private bathroom Lord…
Just don’t make me rough it…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh?... What’s that Lord?... talk to that person next to me?
You know… that would be uncomfortable Lord…
Just don’t make me uncomfortable Lord…

Just don’t send me to Africa Lord…
Oh Lord?... why don’t You ever use me?...
You know I would do anything for You…
Just don’t change me Lord…

Sow That

Sow that…
Which you have been given…
So that…
You might be used…
Sow that…
Which was paid for…
So that…
He might be praised…
Sow that…
Which is called the Good News…
So that
Many might be saved…

He gave us the great commission…
Sending us to all the world…
He gave us this great assignment…
Sending us to those who would hear…
He gave us His Holy Spirit…
Sending us to all who would believe…

He asks for our allegiance…
To a task we cannot do…
He asks for our devotion…
To a life we would not choose…
He asks for our surrender…
To His will… not our own…

Sow that…
Which you have been given…
So that…
You might be used…
Sow that…
Which was paid for…
So that…
He might be praised…
Sow that…
Which is called the Good News…
So that
Many might be saved…

He sends you now… His children…
To a world of unbelief…
He sends you now… His namesake…
To a world that needs relief…
He sends you now… His hands and feet…
To a world that needs His touch…

Sow that…
Which you have been given…
So that…
You might be used…
Sow that…
Which was paid for…
So that…
He might be praised…
Sow that…
Which is called the Good News…
So that
Many might be saved…

Sunday, December 12, 2004

A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story…Lorealle is Her Name

I have a love of words, how they sound, what they mean. When it was nearing the date for the birth of my first child I just wasn’t finding names that I liked, names that I thought appropriate for this new joy coming into my life (I wasn’t a Christian at the time). Biblical names weren’t even on my radar screen! Being a musician and budding song writer, I would keep lists of names in notebooks around my house. Some names intrigued me because they were unusual. Others I liked because of the way they sounded. None of these many lists turned up a name I could warm up to… that reflected my feelings about my child. Finally in desperation I thought to myself, “This baby is going to be all of our fantasies rolled up into one small bundle. Hmmmm… let’s see… old English for all is alle…. Another word for fantasy is lore… Allelore… hmmm no… wait… Lorealle…”. So, there you have it. Lorealle means all of our fantasies (but I digress). My daughter to this day exclaims that she is thankful that I didn’t name her Bilbo from the Lord of the Rings!

It is November of 1993… my oldest is now 13 going on 31. Lorealle has been taking piano lessons all year and she wants my input on what to play for the Christmas recital. Nothing is striking her fancy (like father, like daughter). I ask her why she doesn’t try to write her own Christmas Carol. “It would be fun”. I said, “And I would be pleased to consider that my Christmas present.” She hymned and hawed and said, “I just don’t have enough time. The recital is in 4 weeks.” I sighed, “Okay, but it would be great if you would.” I think I remember encouraging her another time or two over the next week but finally moved onto other things with the busyness of the season.

Finally, it is the big night. I’m rushing to get to the recital on time from work and not riding with my family on the way to the recital. Just as the program starts I slide quietly into my seat. Then, for the next hour I listen to 22 adorably dressed little maestros present their renditions of Oh Holy Night, Frosty the Snowman, and Away in a Manager (about 4 of each if I remember correctly). Finally! The “Real Star” of the program (this is my re-telling) performs. She sits down and plays one more version of Oh Holy Night, the best of the evening. Of course, I’m delighted with how she played but still a little bit disappointed that there wasn’t a new Christmas Carol for the world to hear. After polite applause from everyone, her music teacher states that Lorealle has a special present for her father. Before I hear anything I start tearing up! The teacher says, “Lorealle has written a special song for the evening” then sits down at the piano, plays several intro chords, and Lorealle begins singing the following:

I can see a baby…
Lying in a manager…
And I can see the stars…
Shining overhead…

And I can hear the voices…
Of a thousand angels…
Singing me to sleep…
As I lie in my bed…

Lift up His Name…
Lift up your voice…
Sing out a song to the Lord…
Everyone Sing…
Everyone Rejoice…
Jesus Christ is born

I can see a man
Being crucified…
And I can see a crown of thorns
On His head…
This Man was a Baby…
God almighties Son…
And I am the reason He died

Lift up His Name…
Lift up your voice…
Sing out a song to the Lord…
Everyone Sing…
Everyone Rejoice…
Jesus Christ is born

Everyone listen…
And Everyone tell
Tell how a Savior crushed the power of hell
Oh… Everyone praise Him
For He is our King…
Everyone Praise Him
And everyone Sing

Lift up His Name…
Lift up your voice…
Sing out a song to the Lord…
Everyone Sing…
Everyone Rejoice…
Jesus Christ is born
Jesus Christ is born…
Jesus Christ is born…


And, I wept and laughed and worshipped the Lord… May it ever be so.

So, there you have it. A very special Christmas Carol from long ago. It reminds me of what true worship is… Reflecting on our Lord… bringing the praises of our hearts to Him… simple… pure… childlike… but isn’t that where true wisdom lies? Coming to Him with our dreams and skills… Letting Him lead us in living our lives with true passion and excitement? So, may this Christmas find us all join in singing…

Lift up His Name…
Lift up your voice…
Sing out a song to the Lord…
Everyone Sing…
Everyone Rejoice…
Jesus Christ is Born

Monday, November 29, 2004

Books to Reread!

Books to reread…

Hugh Hewitt asked for books we would actually reread... Aside from those I've seen listed… and read fairly often myself (ie. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, C.S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia and his Perlandia series which is just wonderful and speaks even more powerfully today than it did when it was written). To this I would add Frank Herbert's Dune and several of the books in that series that followed. Stephen Harrigan's Gates of the Alamo. JEFFREY M. SHAARA God's and Generals and Killer Angels have to be there also. I know I have left off some other wonderful books that I've reread and enjoyed… but this is a good start!

Friday, November 12, 2004

To Worship Him

The pastor said...
Christ called out His church...
A people set apart...
Called for a common purpose...
To worship Him...

To worship Him...
Is what we do...
To worship Him...
Is what we live for...
To worship Him...
Brings meaning true...
To worship Him...
Is what we do...

The pastor said...
Christ builds His church...
Set on a strong foundation...
Built on who he is...
So worship Him...

To worship Him...
Is what we do...
To worship Him...
Is what we live for...
To worship Him...
Brings meaning true...
To worship Him...
Is what we do...

The pastor said...
Christ owns the church...
He thought of us...
He bought us with His blood...
So worship Him...

To worship Him...
Is what we do...
To worship Him...
Is what we live for...
To worship Him...
Brings meaning true...
To worship Him...
Is what we do...


The pastor said...
Christ protects His church...
Even in trials it will grow...
The gates of hell won't stand against it...
So worship Him...

To worship Him...
Is what we do...
To worship Him...
Is what we live for...
To worship Him...
Brings meaning true...
To worship Him...
Is what we do...

Sunday, October 24, 2004

One Hundred Thousand Hands

Billy Graham is coming to LA in November... He was last in San Diego when I saw him... Some thoughts about that meeting that took the form of a poem... read... and think... and pray.... ask who you might invite... to join those 50 thousand who last had tasted....

Blessings....

Paul


We gathered on a Sunday...
A day to reflect on life...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

Fifty thousand souls...
To hear the gospel story...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

A gray haired saint...
Spoke words of truth and life...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

A gray haired saint...
Who had fought the good fight...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

He posed the question...
The only one that matters...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

If you were to die today...
Are you certain you would go to Heaven?...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

He told us of our options...
And how we could know for sure...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

And then he bid we fold our hands...
And follow him in prayer...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

Yes... I know that I'm a sinner...
And I believe that You are God...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

And that You paid the price for my sin...
That I trust You alone for my salvation...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

Then he asked that we come forward...
Like a river, people moved to affirm...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

That the One they had just heard of...
Was the One they longed to know...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

Then the ones there watching...
Joined with hosts on High...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

A thunderous roar erupted...
In thanksgiving to God on High...
One hundred thousand hands...
One heartfelt prayer...

One hundred thousand hands are lifted...
Raised in praise and glory...
Fifty thousand souls have tasted...
A portion of that eternal story...

And then the story turns once more...
As stories often do...
The only question that remains...
Is will you join it too?...