Originally Posted September 3th, 2007
The night sky is the most beautiful to look at and the most impossible to photograph. I have tried over the endless time to capture the full moon with out it turning into a bright yellow blob. But it always fails.
The night sky has always been there, it never goes extinct and its always new and changing even when you get to know it.
Funny how when I look at the night sky I see God. I see something that changes only because we don't know it.
The night sky is always the same. It never changes, we just need to get to know it. Just like we need to get to know God.
Getting to know God, not just in the pray-lets-go-to-church-sing-praises-make-me-feel-better way. No. In every way we need to get to know God.
If you are only know the night sky as little white dots and one really big one. Then you don't know it. If you only know that Christ died on a cross then you don't know Him.
So I urge you brothers and sisters to go out there and get to know God. Be like the Astronomers and Wise men. You get to know Gods creation and you see how that creation imitates God.
So as Gods creation we should imitate Him in all His ways. Even the ways we don't even begin to understand...
But as man, we have the ability to have a relationship with the Creator, the one we imitate. We are there to love God and He is there to love us.
The best part of all is God wants you to know Him personally.
So look at the night sky, and see how we need to get to know Him.
Get to know Him and draw closer to Him then anything else.
Leave the world behind and begin the journey you were created to walk.
Get to know Him.
To know Him like the Night Sky.
-GAM
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Things That Go Bump In The Night
Originally Posted August 15th, 2007
I leaned back and shifted to a more comfortable position on my old camping chair. The poor fire was dying out to little more then ashes and coals. Still I was hoping as I always hope, that I could pull a little more out of this day.
But it had already emptied itself fully to me. I had a wonderful time enjoying it. Now I shiver slightly and try to push my half asleep body towards the front door and my nice warm bed. Something still tells myself to wait. Wait for an answer, a person, a voice?
Dark is closing in faster now, the noises are louder and stronger. Closer since the light it fading. No! I will not let those things get me, they will not pull me down tonight. I can with hold it all.
The voice that I waited for, the hand that reached down. It smoothed the hair from my face, the lips kissed my forehead gently. Calmness was all that I felt now, just a peace with the world, pain and fear had subsided. I was free.
The voice said to me "You can not with hold it, you need me, do you see that?"
The voice was calm as the waters on the sea. The voice reverberated about the chambers of my mind. "Lord" I whispered, "Thank you." He only nodded and pointed toward the door of the house.
"Go to sleep my little one, so that you may be refreshed, for in the morning you start my work."
So I did.
And sleep I will, until day dawns at my door and no more can I lie about in bed pondering the things of the deep.
-GAM
I leaned back and shifted to a more comfortable position on my old camping chair. The poor fire was dying out to little more then ashes and coals. Still I was hoping as I always hope, that I could pull a little more out of this day.
But it had already emptied itself fully to me. I had a wonderful time enjoying it. Now I shiver slightly and try to push my half asleep body towards the front door and my nice warm bed. Something still tells myself to wait. Wait for an answer, a person, a voice?
Dark is closing in faster now, the noises are louder and stronger. Closer since the light it fading. No! I will not let those things get me, they will not pull me down tonight. I can with hold it all.
The voice that I waited for, the hand that reached down. It smoothed the hair from my face, the lips kissed my forehead gently. Calmness was all that I felt now, just a peace with the world, pain and fear had subsided. I was free.
The voice said to me "You can not with hold it, you need me, do you see that?"
The voice was calm as the waters on the sea. The voice reverberated about the chambers of my mind. "Lord" I whispered, "Thank you." He only nodded and pointed toward the door of the house.
"Go to sleep my little one, so that you may be refreshed, for in the morning you start my work."
So I did.
And sleep I will, until day dawns at my door and no more can I lie about in bed pondering the things of the deep.
-GAM
Show Me What It Is
Originally Posted August 7th, 2007
Its a passion.
Its a love.
Its a call.
Could you find light in the dark, could you see how lost you really are?
Could you ever tell the difference from the right and wrong direction?
Not with out help.
God leans down with His hand grasping mine and point to the right road. He fills me with the love I need, the passion I need, the calling I need.
When I listen to them, I see that I am lost, I see that there is hope.
I see what the world is. I see what I could be. I see that love is the greatest of these things.
Love could never leave, never exit, never stop.
This love at least.
So take my hand again.
Show me the right direction.
Lead me to the path I will take.
Tell me that hope is near at hand.
Love me with the passion you feel inside.
-GAM
Its a passion.
Its a love.
Its a call.
Could you find light in the dark, could you see how lost you really are?
Could you ever tell the difference from the right and wrong direction?
Not with out help.
God leans down with His hand grasping mine and point to the right road. He fills me with the love I need, the passion I need, the calling I need.
When I listen to them, I see that I am lost, I see that there is hope.
I see what the world is. I see what I could be. I see that love is the greatest of these things.
Love could never leave, never exit, never stop.
This love at least.
So take my hand again.
Show me the right direction.
Lead me to the path I will take.
Tell me that hope is near at hand.
Love me with the passion you feel inside.
-GAM
Like A Lover
Originally Posted July 26th, 2007
The Song of Songs goes on and on about the Beloved and the Lover. They talk of their love for each other and how beautiful it sounds. There was a very good reason it was put in the bible.
It shows the relationship we should have with God.
He is our lover.
He wants to make everything good for us.
He wants to see us happy and with Him.
All I had to do was read Gone with the Wind to understand a little bit more how deep Gods love goes. I cried because I didn't realise it before. The beauty it holds.
Gods love is huge. Gods love is GREAT. No one can understand until they experience it themselves.
I was running lost in the fog, I was searching for the one thing I needed. I always new some how that it was Him. But not until I saw that I was His beloved I will run into His arms like a lover. Because I love Him.
But unlike Gone with the Wind. Gods love endures forever.
I can run into His arms like a helpless child and release my burdens on Him. Because He loves me!
Because He loves me!
and the best of it all is I love Him right back. I love Him as a lover. I could not explain the feelings that run from me now. I cry, I laugh, I want to dance, I want to sing! I really want to sleep...
All because I am experiencing REAL love for the first time. What it feels to be loved so greatly by God. Its overwhelming. You are open to His mind. You see His thoughts more clearly.
I have a better picture of what I am to do then I have ever had.
I am to receive the Holy Spirit. Then I am to become a worker to bring in the harvest. To do the work God has laid before me. Because He loves me!
This is a love that cannot be broken. It is between God and I. Between us. Because we love each other as crazy and whacked out it sounds. But forget for a moment what the world says about cooks like me. Forget all that you see about love in the world today.
Forget it all.
And immerse yourself with the only TRUE love you can find out there today.
That is Gods.
Because He loves you.
Because He loves you!
and all you have to do...
is run into His arms like a lover.
Because you can never be truly humble until you have a deep sense of being
LOVED!!!!!!!!
-GAM
The Song of Songs goes on and on about the Beloved and the Lover. They talk of their love for each other and how beautiful it sounds. There was a very good reason it was put in the bible.
It shows the relationship we should have with God.
He is our lover.
He wants to make everything good for us.
He wants to see us happy and with Him.
All I had to do was read Gone with the Wind to understand a little bit more how deep Gods love goes. I cried because I didn't realise it before. The beauty it holds.
Gods love is huge. Gods love is GREAT. No one can understand until they experience it themselves.
I was running lost in the fog, I was searching for the one thing I needed. I always new some how that it was Him. But not until I saw that I was His beloved I will run into His arms like a lover. Because I love Him.
But unlike Gone with the Wind. Gods love endures forever.
I can run into His arms like a helpless child and release my burdens on Him. Because He loves me!
Because He loves me!
and the best of it all is I love Him right back. I love Him as a lover. I could not explain the feelings that run from me now. I cry, I laugh, I want to dance, I want to sing! I really want to sleep...
All because I am experiencing REAL love for the first time. What it feels to be loved so greatly by God. Its overwhelming. You are open to His mind. You see His thoughts more clearly.
I have a better picture of what I am to do then I have ever had.
I am to receive the Holy Spirit. Then I am to become a worker to bring in the harvest. To do the work God has laid before me. Because He loves me!
This is a love that cannot be broken. It is between God and I. Between us. Because we love each other as crazy and whacked out it sounds. But forget for a moment what the world says about cooks like me. Forget all that you see about love in the world today.
Forget it all.
And immerse yourself with the only TRUE love you can find out there today.
That is Gods.
Because He loves you.
Because He loves you!
and all you have to do...
is run into His arms like a lover.
Because you can never be truly humble until you have a deep sense of being
LOVED!!!!!!!!
-GAM
A Hole In The Wall
Originally Posted July 23, 2007
The pacelli crunched in my mouth echoing through the stair well. I hoped the noise that sounded louder then it was kept my sister and brother sleeping. I stoped to lean against the banister and looked at the lined up pine trees of the wallpaper.
Only one thing stood out blandish. The little pin sized hole.
The little hole that let things in...
I stared harder at it. I opened up my mind a little more and heard a still voice creeping in. God was talking, it was my turn to listen.
"You see that hole?" He asked, I nodded. "You have one yourself, its a little hole in your life, in the way you think about me and the world. Its a little hole that lets in evil and doesn't let it back out."
Stunned I just stared even harder at the little hole. Slowly that hole grew bigger in my mind. I saw the many things that crawl in, all covered with nasty things, but looking so harmless at first.
"Let those things out the front door and patch that hole." God said. I looked harder inside myself, allowing my eyes to see the real face of the things I let in. I was frightened now. I had been listening to these voices all along, these things in such a disguise. God's voice had been covered with their own little dripping voices.
I cried out for help, I noticed my problem. God gave me the key and I let them out. I tried to patch the hole, but the things just broke my seal and hopped back inside. I sat on the floor. "Jesus, why cant I patch it up?" I cried out to Him. He gave a sweet chuckle and bent down to face me.
"Oh my child, the things you must be told over and over again" He smiled at me and took my hand. "I will help you patch this hole, because I have the strongest seal. My blood"
Now that my hole is gone. Now that the things no longer crawl back in and distort my thinking. I see that God is still there. God never left, but I was wrongly distracted from Him.
Now I keep a wary eye out for the next hole that might pop in. I don't fear not being able to fix it. I know that God will patch it for me. When I ask for His help.
Because...
He sealed it before.
-GAM
The pacelli crunched in my mouth echoing through the stair well. I hoped the noise that sounded louder then it was kept my sister and brother sleeping. I stoped to lean against the banister and looked at the lined up pine trees of the wallpaper.
Only one thing stood out blandish. The little pin sized hole.
The little hole that let things in...
I stared harder at it. I opened up my mind a little more and heard a still voice creeping in. God was talking, it was my turn to listen.
"You see that hole?" He asked, I nodded. "You have one yourself, its a little hole in your life, in the way you think about me and the world. Its a little hole that lets in evil and doesn't let it back out."
Stunned I just stared even harder at the little hole. Slowly that hole grew bigger in my mind. I saw the many things that crawl in, all covered with nasty things, but looking so harmless at first.
"Let those things out the front door and patch that hole." God said. I looked harder inside myself, allowing my eyes to see the real face of the things I let in. I was frightened now. I had been listening to these voices all along, these things in such a disguise. God's voice had been covered with their own little dripping voices.
I cried out for help, I noticed my problem. God gave me the key and I let them out. I tried to patch the hole, but the things just broke my seal and hopped back inside. I sat on the floor. "Jesus, why cant I patch it up?" I cried out to Him. He gave a sweet chuckle and bent down to face me.
"Oh my child, the things you must be told over and over again" He smiled at me and took my hand. "I will help you patch this hole, because I have the strongest seal. My blood"
Now that my hole is gone. Now that the things no longer crawl back in and distort my thinking. I see that God is still there. God never left, but I was wrongly distracted from Him.
Now I keep a wary eye out for the next hole that might pop in. I don't fear not being able to fix it. I know that God will patch it for me. When I ask for His help.
Because...
He sealed it before.
-GAM
Face to Face
Originally Posted July 20th, 2007
I look up from my monkey to the sky all splattered with stars, it looks like it will turn out to be a better night then expected.
After a fine dash through open fields and a little tree bending on the side, oh with deer chasing and some re inaction of Mel Gibson's Apocalypto. I am feeling soft and cozy next to the fire and crowd of people. The family is close, and safe, the world is shut out and shut up from its crazy screaming, day and night. For a few hours its just us the moonlight and the fire and our warm company that keeps us up and running.
The taste of wine fresh on my tongue and the little bit of cheesecake still resting on my plate. As a young man is introduced on the blacker then black asphalt he stands on. A bag of pipes in one hand and strewn over his shoulder. He hoists them up and fills them with the air of his lungs.
Before you can breathe in the sweet scent of the fresh night a new song is starting. One filled with sorrowing notes, and crisp with feeling. The silence is strong, whipping out all around you. Being lost in this place of excitement and wonder, the faces around you no longer want to be spoken to, the faces around you drift through time and space.
But one face stands out before you, it stands out in the stars, the navy colored sky, the freshness of the air. The face of God. It swings from the music that is forced from the bagpipes with every movement of the fingers, with every breathe of air. The face of God leans down into mine. We are now face to face.
Though I can not see clearly what it looks like its a face all the same. For a moment I have disappeared into this wondrous face. The power of His presence over whelms me.
Then I grip the small stuffed child's monkey tighter in my hands. Suddenly guffaws of laughter and imitations of Irish Step dancing break out and the song takes a lighter tone. The face is now gone, the feelings have gone back to there previous state, but yet they feel the change that was in the cool night air. That presence of God.
He didn't say anything to me, He didn't even acknowledge me, but I was just another person feeling the closeness of God of being face to face with Him.
I feel moved, stronger, braver, closer to my Creator. The feelings that pulse through my heart are bursting with energy. Yet my head falls into my hands and my eyes droop with the heaviness of lack of sleep. But still there is an energy that drives me on to write something. To write the words the Lord gives me. The words that lift Him up the words that show who He is and explain a little more of Himself to the rest of the world.
Our God is a great God. I praise Him with my whole body, spirit and soul. Because His presence is stronger then the thousands of words He speaks to me.
Because meeting someone face to face is always better then a telephone call
-GAM
I look up from my monkey to the sky all splattered with stars, it looks like it will turn out to be a better night then expected.
After a fine dash through open fields and a little tree bending on the side, oh with deer chasing and some re inaction of Mel Gibson's Apocalypto. I am feeling soft and cozy next to the fire and crowd of people. The family is close, and safe, the world is shut out and shut up from its crazy screaming, day and night. For a few hours its just us the moonlight and the fire and our warm company that keeps us up and running.
The taste of wine fresh on my tongue and the little bit of cheesecake still resting on my plate. As a young man is introduced on the blacker then black asphalt he stands on. A bag of pipes in one hand and strewn over his shoulder. He hoists them up and fills them with the air of his lungs.
Before you can breathe in the sweet scent of the fresh night a new song is starting. One filled with sorrowing notes, and crisp with feeling. The silence is strong, whipping out all around you. Being lost in this place of excitement and wonder, the faces around you no longer want to be spoken to, the faces around you drift through time and space.
But one face stands out before you, it stands out in the stars, the navy colored sky, the freshness of the air. The face of God. It swings from the music that is forced from the bagpipes with every movement of the fingers, with every breathe of air. The face of God leans down into mine. We are now face to face.
Though I can not see clearly what it looks like its a face all the same. For a moment I have disappeared into this wondrous face. The power of His presence over whelms me.
Then I grip the small stuffed child's monkey tighter in my hands. Suddenly guffaws of laughter and imitations of Irish Step dancing break out and the song takes a lighter tone. The face is now gone, the feelings have gone back to there previous state, but yet they feel the change that was in the cool night air. That presence of God.
He didn't say anything to me, He didn't even acknowledge me, but I was just another person feeling the closeness of God of being face to face with Him.
I feel moved, stronger, braver, closer to my Creator. The feelings that pulse through my heart are bursting with energy. Yet my head falls into my hands and my eyes droop with the heaviness of lack of sleep. But still there is an energy that drives me on to write something. To write the words the Lord gives me. The words that lift Him up the words that show who He is and explain a little more of Himself to the rest of the world.
Our God is a great God. I praise Him with my whole body, spirit and soul. Because His presence is stronger then the thousands of words He speaks to me.
Because meeting someone face to face is always better then a telephone call
-GAM
This Voice Will Be Heard
Originally Posted July 18th, 2007
Its the feeling of a song, newly written, played in your head, its the feeling of a walk and a poem forever embedded in you memory. Its the feeling of new book that teaches you more then you new it could, its the feeling of a reacquainting with God. But a little more then that.
This week has been filled with more feeling then what is worth being wrote down. It was a journey to learn what I really wanted to learn. But in the end, it was a struggle worth getting through.
I spent an Monday evening tossing so many feelings around in my sorry little head, that by the time the night was through I had nothing else to do but make up my mind.
I embraced forgiveness, like the song.
It is the greatest gift I ever found.
I left behind things I thought would never be gone. Feelings that a child once had. Things only a child would deal with. I embraced also a slight maturity. In maybe more the way I set my ideas, the way I plan my life, the way I life my life.
In that I felt I no longer held on to the world, that I had taken my left foot out of the world and placed in once again firmly in Gods palm. I was once again in the security of His hands. And rather life Scarlett O'Hara I was no longer infatuated with the dances and the balls and the romance of the evening. I was pulled into the reality of the war, of the fight that went on inside me. What I have to do, what my job is. That I am to be in the world not of it.
I am to be a wallflower, to listen and not be heard as someone of the world. But my voice is to be heard like no other. I am to stand out in a way that makes people turn heads. But because I carry something with me, I have something that no one else has. Something that only Jesus can supply.
Then no longer do I feel like a lazy homeboy that does nothing with his faith. I don't want to be silent any longer. I want this voice to be heard. I want all to know. That there is hope in this despicable world.
That God is their hope.
That faith is stronger then fear.
That there is only one way.
That this voice can be heard.
-GAM
Its the feeling of a song, newly written, played in your head, its the feeling of a walk and a poem forever embedded in you memory. Its the feeling of new book that teaches you more then you new it could, its the feeling of a reacquainting with God. But a little more then that.
This week has been filled with more feeling then what is worth being wrote down. It was a journey to learn what I really wanted to learn. But in the end, it was a struggle worth getting through.
I spent an Monday evening tossing so many feelings around in my sorry little head, that by the time the night was through I had nothing else to do but make up my mind.
I embraced forgiveness, like the song.
It is the greatest gift I ever found.
I left behind things I thought would never be gone. Feelings that a child once had. Things only a child would deal with. I embraced also a slight maturity. In maybe more the way I set my ideas, the way I plan my life, the way I life my life.
In that I felt I no longer held on to the world, that I had taken my left foot out of the world and placed in once again firmly in Gods palm. I was once again in the security of His hands. And rather life Scarlett O'Hara I was no longer infatuated with the dances and the balls and the romance of the evening. I was pulled into the reality of the war, of the fight that went on inside me. What I have to do, what my job is. That I am to be in the world not of it.
I am to be a wallflower, to listen and not be heard as someone of the world. But my voice is to be heard like no other. I am to stand out in a way that makes people turn heads. But because I carry something with me, I have something that no one else has. Something that only Jesus can supply.
Then no longer do I feel like a lazy homeboy that does nothing with his faith. I don't want to be silent any longer. I want this voice to be heard. I want all to know. That there is hope in this despicable world.
That God is their hope.
That faith is stronger then fear.
That there is only one way.
That this voice can be heard.
-GAM
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