Wednesday, May 24, 2006

You ever hear that song called "If Jesus came to your house" ?

If Jesus came to your house to spend a day or two
If He came unexpectedly, I wonder what you'd do.
Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room to such an honored Guest, And all the food you'd serve him would be the very best,
And you would keep assuring Him you're glad to have Him there
That serving Him in your home is joy beyond compare.
But--when you saw Him coming would you meet Him at the door With arms outstretched in welcome to you heav'nly Visitor?
Or would you have to change your clothes before you let Him in? Or hide some magazines and put the Bible where they'd been?
Would you turn off the radio--and hope he hadn't heard?
And wish you hadn't uttered that last, loud, hasty word?
Would you hide your worldly music and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in, or would you rush about?
And so I wonder--if the Savior spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing the thing you always do.
Would you sing the songs you always sing and always say?
Would life for you continue as it does from day to day?
And at the dinner table would you say of word of grace?
Would you sing the songs you always sing and read the books you read,

And let Him know the things on which your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take Him with you everywhere you planned to go?
Or would you, maybe, change your plans for just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him meet your very closet friends,
Or would you hope they'd stay away until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him stay forever on and on
Or would you sigh with great relief when he at last was gone?
I might be interesting to know the thing that you would do,

If Jesus came in person to spend some time with you.

I always heard that song and it really got me thinking about my house and the things we do in the comfort of our own homes. It really is a thought provoking song. What do I have that I would hide if Jesus came into my house? Well, then today I heard a song that seems to ask the question "what if Jesus came to your church"? Todd Agnew "my Jesus"

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ,
Why do you look so much like the world?

Chorus:
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit, do we pray to be blessed with the
Wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Chorus:

And who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes, curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him

Chorus:

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reached for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He’d prefer Beal St. to the stained glass crowd
But I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus
Can I be like You
I want to be like my Jesus


So not only what if Jesus came to your house.. but now what if he came to church????? I know there are people who would say,, no problem our church is fine, but they are the same people when asked about the song "IF we are the Body" they claimed that our church does ALL those things questioned in that song. And I wondered to myself.. where in the world are they looking or do they have blinders on only seeing what they wish was true. But the truth is Jesus doesnt have to come to our church to see what its like, He already sees and knows everything.

Oh, and how about another question. What if Jesus came to your workplace? Uh, no we won't answer that one. We're allowed to get angry.. its work !!

what did marriage do

I've noticed a somewhat disturbing trend and a somewhat comforting trend in people I know after they get married. I guess the two trends offset each other and everyone is happy. Alot of my friends/most of my friends are married and some of them seem to become more responsible people while the others seem to become less responsible people. What I mean by that is some of them do what is normal for married couples to do, take on the added responsibility and do right with it, making the sacrifices that they are obligated to do when they take that step. And the other group seems like they had parents who made rules that the kids did not like and now, after marriage, they are finally free and they act like the kid that is on vacation, with no rules. To each his own I guess.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Lord show me ...

I was sort of wondering how it is when we know something is God's will or not. We pray and ask God to show us his will or show us if something we are contemplating is his will, but all the while there is our own human desires in the back of our minds that wants what we want. And we subconciously decide what must happen for us to know it is God's will or our answer to prayer. Like we may be praying to know whether or not its God's will for us to quit our job or not and decide that if the boss curses us out and threatens us one more time we know it is God's will for us to quit. Or, we may be praying for the wisdom to know what to do in the situation of how to handle a problem. And we ask God for the answer but all the while already know what we are going to do. Probably doesnt make sense, but sometime it is amusing of how some people blame a mistake on the fact that they felt it was God's will. A better approach is do what we feel is right and be certain that God will show us in some way if it is not his will. And being open and willing to accept the reprimand we may get from Him. \\\\\

Most critical 4 years!

As parents, we choose to have children and therefore we are obligated to sacrifice almost everything in our life to raise, teach and protect...