Groveling selfish me constantly asking God to grow and change me
Frustrations in my quest for his face
Realigned this morning
Hearing passionate words of friends from the church
The bride
Following a great commission.
Commission me now,
You pass me through the lava
Only to cool me with the liquid of life.
The timing is inexplicable.
My purpose now clear
It’s not about me and my fear
It’s about those whose souls should fear
Those with a real reason to despair
Enduring the wear
Of the bondage of Satan.
Makes me compassionate
Brings the care from me to you
It’s not the healthy God cures,
It’s true that it’s the lame
The broken down with shame
The maimed
Those where you live and you die
That’s the name of the game.
You must call on his name
Fall on your knees
Say God please,
And join me in the eternal party
Your throne your home
Heaven beckons you
Take the call
Remove the filthy shawl
White linen touches your leg
It reaches out.
Step
Step into your heritage
You don’t have to beg
Pray with me and you’ll see
Freedom
And the purpose of your life
Won’t be to make love
It will be to love
Just off the phone with your (earthly) father and he pointed me to your new post. Wow. No words yet, bro. On the heart but not on the screen. Praise Jesus. Yes.
Key words and phrases from the trip in a ramble, no particular order, some mine, all ours:
Whoa not woe.
Hilarious Pastor Jeff (Mohl) (from the Gk. cheerful giver.)
This is crazy.
Everything is backwards.
Everything is upside down.
Um, David, your Bible’s upside down.
I came to offer the Good News and I’m the receiver here in this beautiful Hunts Point, South Bronx, The Bronx, NYC, NY.
Razor wire is just razor wire.
Dejumbe and JRood are attached permanently for Jesus.
JRood dot com is really JRood dot edu
Be one with the mulch.
Secret Agent David Hawkins is keeping no secrets about Jesus
I am a landscape gardener really dot com (Hawkins)
I am not a secret agent dot com (ibid)
Blue cheese
Amazing teenagers, no, young adults
Keep the lamps full.
Drive-by evangelism
Hector stood up.
Hector stood up from his wheelchair.
Mister Jones.
Olis.
The little children jumped for Jesus while we sang.
He divided his sandwich and fed his brother still under the cardboard.
Hey, Bill? Can we stop talking now? It’s late.
Eric was saved in a Dunkin Donuts in the Bronx. And the cashier cried.
Brother Jeff.
The flashing blue light in Pastor Jeff’s ear.
I love my daughter so much.
Wikety whack? No, just regular whack.
Staten Island Ferry whistle-ramshorn.
Praise the Lord.
Hey…
Want to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. I hope you won’t miss getting breakfast in bed too much!
Have a good debrief…and don’t kill yourself on the surf…and come home soon.
moms
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!
Just got back from an awesome prayer time at church – today is the National Day of Prayer and lots of folks will be at church today for a half hour or hour at a time praying…. our pcbc version of your casa de oracion on your B-day! Praying for your safe return and that God will not allow your fire to die down one bit.