Hear me quickly Lord
For my mind soon wanders to other things
I am more familiar with
And more concerned about
Than I am with you.

Words will not do, Lord
Listen to my tears,
For I have lost much and fear more.

Listen to my sweat,
For I wake at night,
Overwhelmed by darkness and strange dreams.

Listen to my sighs,
For my longing surges like the sea
Urgent, mysterious, beckoning

Listen to my growling gut,
For I hunger for bread and intimacy.

Listen to my curses,
For I am angry at the way the world
Comes down on me sometimes
And I sometimes on it.

Listen to my crackling knuckles,
For I hold very tightly to myself
And anxiously squeeze myself
Into others’ expectations
And them into mine,
And then shake my fists at you for disappointing me.

Listen to my footfalls,
For I stumble to bring good tidings to someone

Listen to my groans,
For I ache towards healing

Listen to my worried weariness,
For my work matters much to me
And needs help

Listen to my tension,
For I ache toward accepting who I am
And who I cannot be

Listen to my hunched back,
For sometimes I can’t bear
The needs and demands of the world anymore
And want to put it down,
Give it back to you

Listen to my laughter,
For there are friends
And mercy
And something urges me to thank

Listen to my humming,
For sometimes I catch all unaware
The rhythms of creation
And then music without words
Rises in me to meet it,
And there is the joy of romping children and dancing angels

Listen to my blinking eyes,
For at certain moments
When sunlight strikes just right,
Or stars pierce the darkness just enough,
Or clonds roll around just so,
Or snow kisses the world into quietness,
Everything is suddenly transparent…
And something in me is pure enough
For an instant
To see your kingdom in a glance,
And so to praise you in a gasp
Quick,
Then gone,
….But it is enough
Listen to me quickly Lord.

(Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace)

Who is my husband?

I'm a son of a good man
I'm the child of an angel
I'm the brother of a wild one
and I'm looking for direction
I'm the lover of a beauty
I'm the father of blessings
I'm a singer of a love song
But is that all I'm good for
This is who I am
So take me and make me something so much more
This is who I am
So change me and make me someone better than before
I'm a saint and a sinner
I'm a lover and a fighter
I'm a true believer with great desire
I'm a preacher of grace, prophet of love, teacher of truth
I've fallen so many times
But here I stand in front of you
But please don't leave me that way
'casuse I know that you can make me better than I am today
(Third Day - Revelation CD "This is who I am")

Sermon notes and Buck's class notes

Causes of Heart Trouble:

Guilt: I owe you

Anger: you owe me

Greed: I owe me

Jealousy: God owes me

---Sermon from Pastor Kevin Sunday Aug 1st

Morsels from Buck's class Sunday Aug 1st:

“Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the apples in a seed” ..Carol brought to class

U R the seed that decides the harvest around U

Words R seeds 4 feeling Forgiveness is seed 4 relationship
Honor is seed 4 access. Gratitude is the seed 4 more
The bible is the seed 2 territory Listening is the seed 2 learning Knowledge is the seed 2 change

Barriers to Listening...JAILES: Jump to conclusions, Assumptions, Interpret what is said, Lying, Evaluate /Judge, Selective listening

Tools for listening...LADDER: Look the person in the eye, Ask questions, Don’t interrupt, Don’t change the subject, Empathize, Respond verbally and non-verbally

We are rabid in our judgement toward each other because we do not realize how much God has forgiven us. Luke 7:47 He who has been forgiven little loves little

Live free and set others free....
Romans 2:1 You have no excuse, you who pass judgement on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgement do the same things.

Romans 6:37 Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condmn, and you will not be confemned. Forgive, and you will be foregiven, Give and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over will be poured into your lap (life). For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you

· Romans 8:15 “For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear..”