THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Lord humble me. When you say that prayer, you cling onto your faith by the thinnest breadth. I see so many things about myself its disconcerting. Couldn't concentrate during Care Group today. My bad! Beyond the shadow of doubt I know my God is real and everything I do is for real. Yet fear still decrepitates my courage.
It's at these times when apologetics and intensive Bible study helps. Give me time for that.I didn't really know what to do for lessons today. Recently classes have been a harrowing experience; though my results are slipping, I anticipated it beforehand. Rather it is that feeling of not knowing a direction, or at times, feeling as if I have no say or power or whatsoever. Nevertheless, I take solace in that I still learn much from classes.
It's the lack of meaningful effort that I'm harried about.Matthew 25:14-30,
the Parable of the Talents taught me a little about attitude today. The first two servants put in what effort they could muster, but the third servant did not, whether in fear of his master or in sloth.
Made me feel like the third servant. Why?
Give me humongous spiritual ears, that I may hear every call from You. More of You, less of me. Take myself lightly, take You greatly. I have no lack of challenges. Mould me into the solution.I'm tired. Be back tomorrow.
Psychedelic;
9:12 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
