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| I'm going to camp to work for a month. So no blog updates from me. Look for something around August 8th! And browse the archives while you're at it! La revedere, Sarah |





| I'm going to camp to work for a month. So no blog updates from me. Look for something around August 8th! And browse the archives while you're at it! La revedere, Sarah |
How little people know who think that holiness is dull. When one meets the real thing...it is irresistible. -C.S. Lewis I have trouble with holiness. It's that "flesh" part of me that has trouble with it. I often think that sin is much more exciting than anything else. But I've been realizing that good ol' Clive is right. I think that holiness rocks. Living a life set apart is anything but boring--it's wonderful! Now, if your flesh is trying to be holy...that doesn't work. I've tried it. Fake holiness becomes religion. And religion kills souls. I'm so happy. Genuinely happy on the inside. And it's not because of me or what I'm doing. It's because of Jesus. "I have learned the secret of being content". Cha wak cwentab'a, Sarah |
Do you ever just think about Christianity as some kind of wonderful mystery that you know and others don't?
I often feel like Lucy, when she opened that wardrobe door and suddenly saw another world. She saw this world completely different from her own. In her life, they were in the midst of a war--Narnia, though a different country, wasn't any safer. It actually was probably more dangerous(with all the horrible ugly things in it), but it was all the more wonderful.
In this life, we are constantly fighting everything. It's a struggle to live. Being a Christian doesn't make it any easier, but it is more wonderful. You find yourself bolder and braver than you ever could have imagined in the "other world" (before you were a Christian). You're killing wolves, and fighting witches*, and soon you forget all about the other wars you used to care about.
But with the wardrobe door opening to this new world comes the frightening possibility that no one believes you. They think you're crazy for talking about this strange new world. Maybe something is wrong in your mind, they say. But you know, you KNOW that you aren't crazy. That this "crazy idea" isn't in your mind. You try as desperately as you can to tell those closest to you about this world, but it seems like it falls upon deaf ears.
Like Lucy, most people think I'm crazy for believing that there could be something more out there. But I know it's there. I know it's there.
Kefel,
Sarah
*Now don't think that Christianity is about killing wolves or witches. I am, of course, referring to the book (The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe). If you haven't read it, read it before the movie comes out.
P.S. I want to mention that I don't think that opening the wardrobe is an allegory for salvation. That messes up the obvious part of the rest of the book. I was just mentioning that I can easily imagine what it felt like for Lucy, and how that's how I sometimes feel.
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| I was thinking the other day about why I'm a Christian. I thought of that again today because while at the pool, I read "The Case For Christianity" by CS Lewis. (Great book, by the way. It is actually a series of radio addresses during WWII put into a book. ) So why? What is my primary motivation for being a Christian. Am I a Christian because Christianity is true? Am I a Christian because my parents are Christian? Am I a Christian because it gives me something to believe in outside myself? Am I a Christian because it's what I'm "supposed to do"? 'Well?' I asked myself, 'Why?' The answer came to me quicker than you can say "free will". I'm a Christian because without Christ, I have no life. I once posted about "life" with or without God. I mentioned a "game" my friends and I sometimes "play". Go look at the post for more info. But the truth is, I remember what it was like to not have God. I remember what it was like to lie in bed at night and feel completely empty inside. I used to cry on my pillow because I felt so alone and empty inside. I thought I knew Jesus, but what I really knew was church. What I really knew was religion--something that truly doesn't satisfy unless you know the reason behind it all. I guess I've really been examining my life. Examining my motives. Either way, I can rest because I know that I have life more abundantly. You are the reason I live You are the reason I move You are the reason I breathe You are the reason it's You You are the reason, You are the reason You are the reason, it's You, it's You You are the reason, You are the reason You are the reason, it's You, it's You and after everything is over and over You'll be the song I sing forever and ever You Are the Reason ©1993 My Ebenezer Music Words and Music by Michelle Thornberry "Be at rest once more, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you". Ukatola, Sarah EDIT: I forgot to reply to Bruce. I realize that me sending 30 dollars a month to a kid in Africa, or me going to Africa isn't going to change the world. And I agree in some ways that what they need are compassionate leaders. However, I don't agree with the idea that we should just stop sending money or aid because of their corrupt leaders. The Bible says, "Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act" (That's Proverbs 3:27). I love the way The Message version puts it: "Never walk away from someone who deserves help; your hand is God's hand for that person". Yes, maybe the problem won't be solved by more aid. But there are people suffering, and I can help them in their immediate suffering, even if in a little way. There's no reason why I shouldn't do what I can to help someone who is hurting just because it's not part of a reasonable long-term plan. I can help in the only way I can now. That's what God asks of me--to do good when it's in my power to act. All the power I have is to help their suffering right now. That's what I have to give. That's what God wants. Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. --James 1:27 |
I lift my eyes to you Eyes that have seen a thing or two Who is this stranger in my life? I lift my hands to you Hands that have carried what is true Intimate stranger be my life Jesus I love you Jesus I adore you Jesus you still have my affection And my song will be "I love you" I lift my voice to you Lips that have cried a prayer or two Beautiful stranger fill my life I lift up my heart in praise to The Saviour who's death made all things new Intimate stranger only you Intimate Stranger Delirious? Written by Martin Smith ©2000 Curious? Music UK ----- For some reason I can't get this song out of my head. It's a beautiful, haunting song, but today it's just been in my heart. I probably should post something nice about Independance Day, but personally, I don't feel like it. I've really been more celebrating my dependance on God today. After all, He's the one who brought me true freedom. Ne lam ke, Sarah |
So Bruce commented on yesterday's post about Live 8, and asked this:
What can YOU do? How has this project helped you understand what your role is in helping impoverished nations/people?It's a good question, Bruce. And ironically, I can answer that with what I was planning to post today. It might take awhile, but bear with me. At church today, we had one service (instead of two), and were encouraged to wear casual clothes because we went straight from the church to the 4th of July picnic at a lake around here. We just did it a day early. So our "one service" had a nice patriotic theme to it. I was sitting in the back, just observing the service. We had some of the little girls doing a dance, some kids from VBS singing some songs, and some dramatic presentation, all surrounded by music. I got to thinking about America, and about Christians in America. I got to thinking of the very patriotic bloggers that I've read. I don't often read their blogs, because I get frustrated at their views. The more I thought about it, and the more I watched this musical display unfolding in front of me, and more frustrated I got. I looked down as I was sitting there and noticed my One bracelet on my arm. That reminded me of the Live 8 concerts yesterday, and what they were for. Then I just got mad. I couldn't stay watching that spectacle, I had to think. First of all I wrote a page in my binder. When I wrote this, they were singing some song about America and blessings, and us needing to try to be a good country and all. So here's what I wrote. ----- It's not that I don't love America, I do! Honestly and truly I am so grateful to be in this country. For me, it's a wonderful country to be in. I love it. But...but I wonder if, as American Christians, we tend to think that somehow we are better than other countries, like Jesus loves us more. At least, that's how we act. "If God blesses America, who cares about everyone else?" Our attitudes reflect that. Right now as we sing those songs about our great country, children are dying because we are more concerned about our country than the sufferings of theirs[meaning the children's countries]. Or what about communist countries? Why do we care more about declaring our religious freedom than helping those who have no religious freedom? It's like celebrating our riches while people who have nothing watch us in confusion. What kind of example to the world is that? It's almost like the Church in America refuses to be a part of the Universal Church. "Yeah, no thanks, but our country was founded on God, so it doesn't matter if we're just focused on us." Right now America is one of the most immoral countries in the world. Why do we just ignore that? "Under God" is not synonymous for "without fault". Also, why is our freedom as Americans more important than our freedom as Christians? We don't have an "Independance from Sin and Death Day"! You may say that every day celebrated our Christianity, but why is that Christianity so ego-centric? First, we care about ourselves, then maybe our local church, and every once in awhile we think about America. What about the rest of the world? What about the other people Jesus died for? ----- I couldn't stay in service feeling like that, so I left. I went outside, sat in my car, and cried. My heart broke for the children in Africa dying while we live in the lap of luxery. Last night I couldn't sleep, so I started working on my budget for next school year. I only work like 12 hours a week, but with the money I make, I make more in my school year than a lot of adults in 3rd World countries do in a whole year. What do I want to get with my money? A digital camera. And there's children who die every minute because they were born into a poor country. I sat in my car and repented. I repented of my sin of selfishness, and I repented for my church. Even as mission-minded as we are, we are so blind. So blind. And I asked God to show me what He wanted me to do. Suddenly it became clear. It was one of those moments where you know, without a doubt, what God wants you to do. You take a deep breath, breathe out, and say "ok God, I will". I want to go to Africa. I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know where, I don't know who with, but I do know that God has put this intense burden on my heart. I've never ever felt this called to go to another country. But I want to go to Africa. I need to go to Africa. I don't really know why, or what it'll really do, but if God says go, I need to go. We have a pastor friend in Namibia, but I want to go somewhere very stricken by AIDS. I want to go to where it hurts the most, where healing is needed the most. It hit me that if I want revolution in my life or in my church, it has to cost me something. That's what true revolution is--sacrifice. And I am willing to sacrifice to do what God, for this moment, wants me to do. Right now I'm in that frantic stage where I'm like "What else can I do?". I know that I need to adopt a child from Africa from World Vision--I've put it off way too long, made my selfish excuses. I make enough money a month to do it easily. I'll be able to once my real job starts. I want to get my youth group to do a 30-Hour Famine. Most of all I can pray. I don't think that God has called me to be a full-time missionary. I just know he wants me to go to Africa for now. So to answer your question, Bruce, I think most of all I can listen to God. He used the memory of that concert to nudge me closer towards listening to Him. I can make sure that everyone I know is aware of the problem, and asking God what they can do to help. I can pray. Is God calling YOU, like me, to something bigger than you? Something bigger than this country? Do you need to repent of selfishness? If God is working on your heart in this area, let me know. I'd love to talk with you. Rhonanai, Sarah |
So today there was a bunch of really big concerts all over the world.
You may have heard about them--Live 8.
What you may not have known is what they were for.
Visit the official site to find out what it was all about,
and what YOU can do.
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| I'm past the point of returning For you I'm ruined and broken There is no way of me turning You've got my heart in the open I see it shrink in the distance In the glow of your glory And I never will miss this Bottom line of the story I see the ocean come crashing Under lavender skies I see clouds come flashing Now tell me, who am I? You’re the air that I'm breathing While I'm lying there sleeping You're the cool of the evening Now you got me believing, Singing... Trainwreck, I'm a trainwreck for Trainwreck, I'm a trainwreck Trainwreck. I'm a trainwreck for You I'll kiss it all with a farewell Goodbye, how you doing And let it echo in stairwells All these songs of my ruin Now watch me climb my own cross Without a loss for these words As I motion a moment's silence Let it fly with the birds All else I got without you Is much ado about nothing I'd rather stand by you gone Than on the throne of another You had me all from the start I count it lost every part I'll sing it out in the dark You've got a grip on my heart Where could I turn from you The darkest nights, you know you'd find a way What else have I to do What words are there left to say You are the air that I breathe in Here is my heart I give You are all of my reason You are my reason to live Trainwreck by Mat Kearney |
| I've been reading a lot of books recently, and pondering about the Church. My church, yes, but "the Church" as a whole. I've started to get some very strong opinions about the Church, but before I just let it all loose, I figure I should get some sort of input. I believe that simply thinking about something isn't enough--we should get input of others before we start changing our basic belief systems. So here's my question that I want input on: If you could sum up the main problem of the Church in one sentence, what would it be? Now you might think this is very negative, but I was reading in Orthodoxy the other day where Chesterton talks about "Love is not blind; that is the last thing it is". He discusses where we can see more clearly if we love something for no particular reason at all than if we love it for a particular facet. The quote that popped into my mind was "The more transcendental your patriotism, the more practical your politics". That was rather off subject, but it was what was in my brain, and I had to get it out. Anyway, basically I really want to know how (from where you're sitting) you would answer that question. Trok lom, Sarah P.S. I was asked what my old banner was...it is dried roses--2 of them actually. One creme and one red. I just blended them together and did some of that magic. It isn't someone's lungs or heart or anything. That would just be gross. |
| So, if you're REALLY observant, you might have noticed some changes around here. I think with the changes going on in my mindset and in my spiritual life recently, I wanted some change in my blog. So the colors and the image are different! I don't know how long I'll keep this one, but who knows? *clears throat* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TRACI!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SONG, IT DOESN'T LAST TOO LONG, HEY! Tomorrow, well technically today, is Traci's birthday! Traci is a wonderful friend and a great person who is celebrating her birthday, and guess what? She blogs too! She even made it on NPR because of her blog, no joke. So check out Haystacks! Happy Birthday Traci! It was great getting to chill with you last weekend! Feliz Cumpleaños! -Sarah |