So, thankfully I was able to submit my article to Ten 3 in time. Phew, I don't know why but for some reason I couldn't get the inspiration to go until the night before. I'm quite curious as to how it will be taken, but we'll hopefully see sometime this week *crosses fingers*
I'm starting to look into a deeper future with Ten 3 missions as a writer, but I'm not sure what all that would entail, I guess it's another thing I'll have to bring up with -E- in our next Skype meeting — please keep the issue in your prayers.
Church is coming up to an interesting turn of events, all Bible studies will be conducted AFTER the evening service after the second week of February. This means instead of 5:15 Paradigm and 6:30 Service it's now 5:15 Service and 6:30 Paradigm. This strikes me as rather odd, because I'm too used to even service being at 6:30 for... well all my life? I'm not sure what to think about it, yes it's just a switch of times, but I usually do stuff outside of church after Paradigm class, and now that it's being bumped I'm not sure what that'll do to my usual plans. We shall see.
Speaking of church, last night was the missions expo. There was a "rooms" set that had four to five diferent topics from water, to trafficing, etc.; there was even a room that was passing out MRE's. Along side toward the southern part of the room there was about twenty five to thirty tables where different mission groups were situated. Needless to say, it was an interesting night. Once my friend and I were done with that we went to Paradigm where our teacher did the second installment of the evangelism arc. Liz isn't too happy that our teacher knows I type my notes instead of writing them like the others, and thus calls on me for a "nugget" from last week. I have to admit, I'm quite giddy (I guess that's the right word?) *shrugs*. She's worried he'll do that from now on and I can't help but laugh. Who knows, maybe I'll inspire more typists to come out of the wood works.
As far as the lesson went, it was about how we're ambassadors as soon as we accept Christ, Citizens of heaven and should act as such. Not assimulating the world we living in, but showing the world what heaven is through our action and nonaction. We are to show that Christ is the safest place our soul can be in the ever changing chaos that the world and life is. We are not alone in our work, ever. We have others working along side us and above all the Holy Spirit is always with us.
I look back on my life last year and wonder, what could I have done better to promote Christ in my life? It's something I need to do every morning I wake up.
How can we promote Christ in our daily lives?
Think about it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Awana fold for God's glory.
Sorry, couldn't resist the play on words (Awana... I wanna...? Anyone?) It's 0927 on Saturday, a time I would normally spend sleeping in *yawns* woke up at 7:25 and all I can think of is having tea, while not trying to think of some other things.
Last night, I and my friend Liz went to an Awana class last night after being invited to speak there by a friend of my mother. This friend apparently overheard that I did origami and wanted me to do a demonstration for her class. I obliged, back in November. The date continued to be pushed back until it was decided I would open up Awana 2011. My topic: God the Creator -- it was my first time teaching little kids, so it was definitely an interesting experience. I opened up asking about why God created the things he did, it may have been a bit too much to ask about but I got some interesting answers. The conversation then went over to those in the room that drew, painted, or did any sort of artwork. Half of the kids raised their hands and we were back on track. I asked them why did they created art, to which I got a good round of replies, expression, because they love to create art, etc. I asked whether they wrote their names on it and why; they got the answer dead on. After telling them how God had his signiture on everything He created, I told them to pick up a sheet of paper.
Now, usually when I teach origami it's an one on one experience, not one on twenty experience. Luckily, Liz already knew the model and was helping me out with making sure the kids knew how to follow the directions. A few of the adults were trying it out as well but I guess I didn't make the instructions clear or they couldn't see the example I was working on. Sadly enough, I had picked a piece of paper that was near the same color as the wall behind me — whoops. At the end we had some rather unique cranes.
I did have a girl ask a good question though, how will this be a bird? (we were on step five or three if you were starting with the bird base) I stopped the class and told them that life would have points were you'd be wondering what's going on and how will this bring you to where you're going. Something will be unclear, but nessecary to what God has planned for you. After that, I showed them how the model opened up to reveal the wings and neck of the bird. Pretty nice timing huh?
The experience was only for half an hour. I had planned to show them how to make a fox puppet, but that will have to wait for another time. That may actually happen as they were all asking if I'd be available to help out again; we shall see. The night did hold some nostalgia for me as I'd explained to JennyBeth later that evening:
"Anyways, somewhere in 3-4th grade a trio of Japanese women stopped by our school to give a cultural lesson. They gave us bookmarks with our names in Japanese and started teaching the class how to fold a crane and a helmet. Well, lets just say I as already finished with both by the time they were on stepped 3 What made tonight so nostalgic was we had some ukrainians visiting us tonight, and they were already doing origami with the paper I'd set out for the class before I started on the crane."
Overall, it was a fun and enlightening evening during and after the lesson and I'm glad I got to do it though I'll be bringing advil with me next time. How do my friends in Doulos manage it daily? *chuckles*
Today I plan on doing some work for Ten3. It's going to be a long day at the desk, but nothign that can't be handled. I pray you all will have a great weekend, take care!
~ John
Last night, I and my friend Liz went to an Awana class last night after being invited to speak there by a friend of my mother. This friend apparently overheard that I did origami and wanted me to do a demonstration for her class. I obliged, back in November. The date continued to be pushed back until it was decided I would open up Awana 2011. My topic: God the Creator -- it was my first time teaching little kids, so it was definitely an interesting experience. I opened up asking about why God created the things he did, it may have been a bit too much to ask about but I got some interesting answers. The conversation then went over to those in the room that drew, painted, or did any sort of artwork. Half of the kids raised their hands and we were back on track. I asked them why did they created art, to which I got a good round of replies, expression, because they love to create art, etc. I asked whether they wrote their names on it and why; they got the answer dead on. After telling them how God had his signiture on everything He created, I told them to pick up a sheet of paper.
Now, usually when I teach origami it's an one on one experience, not one on twenty experience. Luckily, Liz already knew the model and was helping me out with making sure the kids knew how to follow the directions. A few of the adults were trying it out as well but I guess I didn't make the instructions clear or they couldn't see the example I was working on. Sadly enough, I had picked a piece of paper that was near the same color as the wall behind me — whoops. At the end we had some rather unique cranes.
I did have a girl ask a good question though, how will this be a bird? (we were on step five or three if you were starting with the bird base) I stopped the class and told them that life would have points were you'd be wondering what's going on and how will this bring you to where you're going. Something will be unclear, but nessecary to what God has planned for you. After that, I showed them how the model opened up to reveal the wings and neck of the bird. Pretty nice timing huh?
The experience was only for half an hour. I had planned to show them how to make a fox puppet, but that will have to wait for another time. That may actually happen as they were all asking if I'd be available to help out again; we shall see. The night did hold some nostalgia for me as I'd explained to JennyBeth later that evening:
"Anyways, somewhere in 3-4th grade a trio of Japanese women stopped by our school to give a cultural lesson. They gave us bookmarks with our names in Japanese and started teaching the class how to fold a crane and a helmet. Well, lets just say I as already finished with both by the time they were on stepped 3 What made tonight so nostalgic was we had some ukrainians visiting us tonight, and they were already doing origami with the paper I'd set out for the class before I started on the crane."
Overall, it was a fun and enlightening evening during and after the lesson and I'm glad I got to do it though I'll be bringing advil with me next time. How do my friends in Doulos manage it daily? *chuckles*
Today I plan on doing some work for Ten3. It's going to be a long day at the desk, but nothign that can't be handled. I pray you all will have a great weekend, take care!
~ John
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Dreams and movement.
So this morning, I had a rather strange dream. I won't go too much into details about it here but it reminded me of my friend Ana who would always tell me this at the end of our conversations - "pray for your dreams." I may have to follow that advice again.
Later this morning my mother called and asked what I had planned today and also what I had planned for the future. While I have been looking for work, I've been coming up short and it's made me wonder where I'm supposed to be in life, what am I supposed to do in life now that I'm out of college? I haven't seen any open doors down here in Houston despite how many places I've applied too and it's frustrating and discouraging. I just try to remember what God says in Jeremiah 29:11 and face the day as I can. Thankfully, despite an official job, I have been able to do some clerical work and set some money aside in savings. I've also noticed that my habits have begun to change over the past few months I've down here which is a pleasant surprise.
I pray that He'll show me where He plans for me to go. Since I'd left college there's been a sense of longing to go back there. Originally I thought it was for schooling and to get a masters degree but I'm not so sure about that anymore. Granted, in the beginning I did try out for it and was accepted but there's just no funding to go. While I miss Plainview, Tx with all it's quirks I miss certain more so. How can one spend so many years with people and not? I would do just about anything to be able to spend more time with them, yet I want to do what God has for me to do. It's frightening at times when I think I would have to let people go, especially a certain few. I know I can trust Him, it's just needing to work on my non-trust? I realize this is why I'm still where I am, I'm wanting to move forward yet scared about what the next step may bring but more than anything what i would leave behind me in that step. I want to grow, and grow strong, but what good is strength if there's too much fear to use it to its full potential? I'd be causing dystrophy within myself.
Where am I going with this post? I'm not quite sure yet. I guess I'm just in a rambling mood of sorts but please bare with me if you can.
To sacrifice to God is open yourself for something greater than what you already are, and what you already have. To do so is taking a step forward toward Him and leaving everything else behind. You can't take it with you when you leave, why must we carry them with us then? Why must I cling to them instead of clinging to Him?
I find it funny how I want to chase lions yet am to afraid to take the first step in running.
Lord, as I go out today, I pray you'll shake up my world so that if nothing else I will learn to hang on to you. Show me the direction to run and give me a fire beneath my feet so I do not waver. So be it.
Later this morning my mother called and asked what I had planned today and also what I had planned for the future. While I have been looking for work, I've been coming up short and it's made me wonder where I'm supposed to be in life, what am I supposed to do in life now that I'm out of college? I haven't seen any open doors down here in Houston despite how many places I've applied too and it's frustrating and discouraging. I just try to remember what God says in Jeremiah 29:11 and face the day as I can. Thankfully, despite an official job, I have been able to do some clerical work and set some money aside in savings. I've also noticed that my habits have begun to change over the past few months I've down here which is a pleasant surprise.
I pray that He'll show me where He plans for me to go. Since I'd left college there's been a sense of longing to go back there. Originally I thought it was for schooling and to get a masters degree but I'm not so sure about that anymore. Granted, in the beginning I did try out for it and was accepted but there's just no funding to go. While I miss Plainview, Tx with all it's quirks I miss certain more so. How can one spend so many years with people and not? I would do just about anything to be able to spend more time with them, yet I want to do what God has for me to do. It's frightening at times when I think I would have to let people go, especially a certain few. I know I can trust Him, it's just needing to work on my non-trust? I realize this is why I'm still where I am, I'm wanting to move forward yet scared about what the next step may bring but more than anything what i would leave behind me in that step. I want to grow, and grow strong, but what good is strength if there's too much fear to use it to its full potential? I'd be causing dystrophy within myself.
Where am I going with this post? I'm not quite sure yet. I guess I'm just in a rambling mood of sorts but please bare with me if you can.
To sacrifice to God is open yourself for something greater than what you already are, and what you already have. To do so is taking a step forward toward Him and leaving everything else behind. You can't take it with you when you leave, why must we carry them with us then? Why must I cling to them instead of clinging to Him?
Lord, as I go out today, I pray you'll shake up my world so that if nothing else I will learn to hang on to you. Show me the direction to run and give me a fire beneath my feet so I do not waver. So be it.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Lost Puppies
So, yesterday I'd broken my fasting, mostly because I was feeling week and tired. Through our reading, mom and I discovered that due to current diet trends, fasting was near impossible until you go near two weeks eating nothing but fruits and vegetables. I've also noticed my will power was starting to drain faster whenever the smells of food were around. Crazy how the body works huh? Well, we're going to try and change our diets soon and then maybe after a time I'll try again.
Outside of the food I've felt a bit of a failure, during the days I was able to fast, I wasn't focused where I was wanting to be. Putting off what I needed to do with what I wanted to do; but those things always led to boredom. I guess I need to do fasting of a different nature for a while before I can start getting where I'm going.
Before it got dark here in Houston, I went out for a jog/walk with my family's dog Damashki (Robert named him =P) and we came across a small pup wondering the intersecting street. I tried to get it, but anytime it got too close it started picking a fight with my dog and so I figured I would take Damashki back home and go after the pup. I took some treats with me and a lease and set out to where I'd last seen it and lo and behold it was still there marking territory every five feet. On approach, it treated me the same as when I had the other dog with me, and giving it treats did help but not enough for me to get to his collar. I chased it down three miles of streets and back streets, then another half mile after it crossed a major intersection and during all this time it started to drizzle, then got heavier every other minute. On my last approach I walked before him and stood in his path, he went across the street and tried to get around me to get back on it's patterned path before darting to the other end of the street and across a four lane road by a busy intersection.
As much as I was worried about the puppy and the owners that had lost it, I was too tired to go chasing after him. As the rain came pouring down, I gave up and started my way home. The center of the storm was only two and a half miles out, but it rained the rest of the night after I came in soaking wet. Now that I look back at it, I wonder if this is how we are before we come to Christ. He goes out looking for us with great intention, and we want to run away because we're having too much fun until we run so far that we think we lose Him completely and are free for it, only to eventually find out that we're on our own, in the cold, damp night with no one to watch over us.
I have heard of people saying that the spirit had left them and they can't feel God's presence any longer, and I wonder how true that could be. I guess I hold too much to the prodigal son view where all we have to do is turn around and run to him and after admitting the sins we had and giving our lives over to Him we'll be saved. I prayed for that pup last night as I walked onto my street, it was darkening faster with every ten minutes and just a few moments ago I got a call from a friend saying how she had found a dog on the streets on her way to the bank. Sadly, it wasn't the one I'd chased, but it makes me think again. The lost dogs will eventually be found, we can only hope the lost can be found by the right people.
I'm glad I'm found, and that those that I care most about are also found, but there are still lost people that I need to pray for. May the Father help me in my ministry and show me the way he wants me to win people over to him.
On unrelated news, I have a new article job for Ten3 missions. I'm excited, mostly because it's interview three people this time instead of just one. It will be due on the 13th and will be out in the next newsletter I believe. Pray that I will get the assignment finished with what needs to be said. This is only my second assignment and I'm already flying solo; I don't know whether to be excited or scared out of my wits. Thankfully, I got a lot of wit.
Outside of the food I've felt a bit of a failure, during the days I was able to fast, I wasn't focused where I was wanting to be. Putting off what I needed to do with what I wanted to do; but those things always led to boredom. I guess I need to do fasting of a different nature for a while before I can start getting where I'm going.
Before it got dark here in Houston, I went out for a jog/walk with my family's dog Damashki (Robert named him =P) and we came across a small pup wondering the intersecting street. I tried to get it, but anytime it got too close it started picking a fight with my dog and so I figured I would take Damashki back home and go after the pup. I took some treats with me and a lease and set out to where I'd last seen it and lo and behold it was still there marking territory every five feet. On approach, it treated me the same as when I had the other dog with me, and giving it treats did help but not enough for me to get to his collar. I chased it down three miles of streets and back streets, then another half mile after it crossed a major intersection and during all this time it started to drizzle, then got heavier every other minute. On my last approach I walked before him and stood in his path, he went across the street and tried to get around me to get back on it's patterned path before darting to the other end of the street and across a four lane road by a busy intersection.
As much as I was worried about the puppy and the owners that had lost it, I was too tired to go chasing after him. As the rain came pouring down, I gave up and started my way home. The center of the storm was only two and a half miles out, but it rained the rest of the night after I came in soaking wet. Now that I look back at it, I wonder if this is how we are before we come to Christ. He goes out looking for us with great intention, and we want to run away because we're having too much fun until we run so far that we think we lose Him completely and are free for it, only to eventually find out that we're on our own, in the cold, damp night with no one to watch over us.
I have heard of people saying that the spirit had left them and they can't feel God's presence any longer, and I wonder how true that could be. I guess I hold too much to the prodigal son view where all we have to do is turn around and run to him and after admitting the sins we had and giving our lives over to Him we'll be saved. I prayed for that pup last night as I walked onto my street, it was darkening faster with every ten minutes and just a few moments ago I got a call from a friend saying how she had found a dog on the streets on her way to the bank. Sadly, it wasn't the one I'd chased, but it makes me think again. The lost dogs will eventually be found, we can only hope the lost can be found by the right people.
I'm glad I'm found, and that those that I care most about are also found, but there are still lost people that I need to pray for. May the Father help me in my ministry and show me the way he wants me to win people over to him.
On unrelated news, I have a new article job for Ten3 missions. I'm excited, mostly because it's interview three people this time instead of just one. It will be due on the 13th and will be out in the next newsletter I believe. Pray that I will get the assignment finished with what needs to be said. This is only my second assignment and I'm already flying solo; I don't know whether to be excited or scared out of my wits. Thankfully, I got a lot of wit.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Starving for insight -- the fasting begins
Well, as I'd mentioned last post today's starting my fasting run. I pray that it will be more what I hope for; what do I hope for? For God to blow my mind :)
Last night I went to my church's Paradigm Bible study class where the leader spoke of the old and infamous argument of Faith vs. Works. Now granted I didn't dwell much on the issue prior to that night because well, I just never really gave it much thought. As Christians we're saved through our faith in Jesus Christ and we work to bring others to that grace right?
In James 2:14-26 he spoke of how well wishes won't cut it for Christians, what good is faith without action? We then turned to Romans 3:21-31 and it came to the agreement of with faith comes salvation, and works come about as a sigh of our faith. Though his main concern was whether or not that we had the right motivation when we perform these works (work without faith is dead {meaningless})
So if works are lower than faith, should we worry about the laws then? In Galatians 2, we read that we are "...not justified by the works of the law but through faith in Jesus Christ... that we might be justified by faith in Christ, and not by the works of the law, because no flesh will be justified by the works of the law." Christ came to fulfill the law, and even moreso expanded it from what Moses received on the tablets. All things considered though, I consider following the laws and "works" in general to be two separate things so I'll leave the law alone for another time.
He then proceeded to go into a small story about the time he spoke with a young Catholic teen who had it figured that all he needed to do was ask for forgiveness and give hail Mary's on mass, and then he was free to do whatever he pleased. "But what if you'd died on a Friday?" he asked him, and the boy fell silent without an answer for a moment before coming up with something like "I would just hope I had enough time before the death to make my confessions."
After the story, he brought up Ephesians 2:8-9 which tells us that we are saved by grace and not by our works so that none should boast. It's a famous passage that most Christians have heard at least twenty times in their walk, but sadly most leave it just verse 9 even though the paragraph ends at 10 which reads as follows with the two prior verses:
"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." -Eph 2:10 KJV
So, end the end, there really is no argument of faith verses works. Those three small sentences in Ephesians puts it all to bed right then and there. We were created to do great works by God, but we are saved by grace through havign faith in Christ.
So then, what sort of work are we set to do then? Well, he finished off the night with that answer. 2 Corinthians 5: 18-21 gives us two jobs — the ministry of reconciliation, and ambassadors for Christ.
That has left me with a question of where's my ministry? As of late the only thing I can constitute as ministry is my article writing for Ten3 missions. Though I know better than to just limit there, I cannot say that my actions of late have been the best kind of ministry that I can do. So the prayer for today, that God will open my mind and heart for what He'll plan to show me and teach me in upcoming fasting period, and that I'll have the will power to stay on track. My mother found an interesting read on fasting and so sometime this week I plan to look into that, along with my Doulos book from last fall.
If anyone here wants to talk about this topic, feel free to start a conversation in the comments. I'd be more than happy to share opinions as it is good sharpen each other.
I ask that you, the reader, will say a prayer or two for me as I take my steps this month. If for any reason you need prayer, feel free to send me a message either here, facebook or my email. God bless, and may He watch over us this week.
~ John
Last night I went to my church's Paradigm Bible study class where the leader spoke of the old and infamous argument of Faith vs. Works. Now granted I didn't dwell much on the issue prior to that night because well, I just never really gave it much thought. As Christians we're saved through our faith in Jesus Christ and we work to bring others to that grace right?
In James 2:14-26 he spoke of how well wishes won't cut it for Christians, what good is faith without action? We then turned to Romans 3:21-31 and it came to the agreement of with faith comes salvation, and works come about as a sigh of our faith. Though his main concern was whether or not that we had the right motivation when we perform these works (work without faith is dead {meaningless})
So if works are lower than faith, should we worry about the laws then? In Galatians 2, we read that we are "...not justified by the works of the law but through faith in Jesus Christ... that we might be justified by faith in Christ, and not by the works of the law, because no flesh will be justified by the works of the law." Christ came to fulfill the law, and even moreso expanded it from what Moses received on the tablets. All things considered though, I consider following the laws and "works" in general to be two separate things so I'll leave the law alone for another time.
He then proceeded to go into a small story about the time he spoke with a young Catholic teen who had it figured that all he needed to do was ask for forgiveness and give hail Mary's on mass, and then he was free to do whatever he pleased. "But what if you'd died on a Friday?" he asked him, and the boy fell silent without an answer for a moment before coming up with something like "I would just hope I had enough time before the death to make my confessions."
After the story, he brought up Ephesians 2:8-9 which tells us that we are saved by grace and not by our works so that none should boast. It's a famous passage that most Christians have heard at least twenty times in their walk, but sadly most leave it just verse 9 even though the paragraph ends at 10 which reads as follows with the two prior verses:
"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." -Eph 2:10 KJV
So, end the end, there really is no argument of faith verses works. Those three small sentences in Ephesians puts it all to bed right then and there. We were created to do great works by God, but we are saved by grace through havign faith in Christ.
So then, what sort of work are we set to do then? Well, he finished off the night with that answer. 2 Corinthians 5: 18-21 gives us two jobs — the ministry of reconciliation, and ambassadors for Christ.
That has left me with a question of where's my ministry? As of late the only thing I can constitute as ministry is my article writing for Ten3 missions. Though I know better than to just limit there, I cannot say that my actions of late have been the best kind of ministry that I can do. So the prayer for today, that God will open my mind and heart for what He'll plan to show me and teach me in upcoming fasting period, and that I'll have the will power to stay on track. My mother found an interesting read on fasting and so sometime this week I plan to look into that, along with my Doulos book from last fall.
If anyone here wants to talk about this topic, feel free to start a conversation in the comments. I'd be more than happy to share opinions as it is good sharpen each other.
I ask that you, the reader, will say a prayer or two for me as I take my steps this month. If for any reason you need prayer, feel free to send me a message either here, facebook or my email. God bless, and may He watch over us this week.
~ John
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Happy New Years
Greetings one and all and Happy New Years!
My name is John, and I'd like to welcome you on a journey with me through this upcoming year. There will me laughter, tears, poems and song (okay, more poems than songs because those are rare).
Some may be asking about the title of this blog and here's where I came up with it. For Christmas my parents gave me an audio book called In a Pit with a Lion on a Snow Day by Mark Batterson. I'm only on chapter six right now but it's been such a wonderful book with some common sense that isn't all that common in American Christianity as of late. I've realized that I need to be more courageous and that I need to step up and start chasing the lions that come up in my life in order to give God the glory he deserves.
Since I've graduated from college and moved down here, my spiritual walk with God has improved but I know there is much more that I can be doing. I want to run, not walk. So, to start things off, I decided to start this blog as a way to help me keep track of my progress in my spiritual walk and life. I ask that you'll walk with me to help me stay on track with your prayers and the occasion bonk to the head with a couch cushion (or pillow if you'd prefer that, most do). The next thing I've decided to do is take a week and a half to two week fast. This is for several reasons: 1. To help myself get closer to Christ. 2. A goal of mine is to reach 160 lbs and I'm currently 16 lbs over that. This will be started on Monday.
In a show called Fullmetal Alchemist, there's a mantra of in order to train the mind you must also train the body. How true that statement is, but I've felt it also applies spiritually, for as our bodies are but temples, so we must keep them in order. It just makes sense.
I hope that in one way or another, you may find this log an encouragement to your life. Let us go out in search for lions.
~ John
My name is John, and I'd like to welcome you on a journey with me through this upcoming year. There will me laughter, tears, poems and song (okay, more poems than songs because those are rare).
Some may be asking about the title of this blog and here's where I came up with it. For Christmas my parents gave me an audio book called In a Pit with a Lion on a Snow Day by Mark Batterson. I'm only on chapter six right now but it's been such a wonderful book with some common sense that isn't all that common in American Christianity as of late. I've realized that I need to be more courageous and that I need to step up and start chasing the lions that come up in my life in order to give God the glory he deserves.
Since I've graduated from college and moved down here, my spiritual walk with God has improved but I know there is much more that I can be doing. I want to run, not walk. So, to start things off, I decided to start this blog as a way to help me keep track of my progress in my spiritual walk and life. I ask that you'll walk with me to help me stay on track with your prayers and the occasion bonk to the head with a couch cushion (or pillow if you'd prefer that, most do). The next thing I've decided to do is take a week and a half to two week fast. This is for several reasons: 1. To help myself get closer to Christ. 2. A goal of mine is to reach 160 lbs and I'm currently 16 lbs over that. This will be started on Monday.
In a show called Fullmetal Alchemist, there's a mantra of in order to train the mind you must also train the body. How true that statement is, but I've felt it also applies spiritually, for as our bodies are but temples, so we must keep them in order. It just makes sense.
I hope that in one way or another, you may find this log an encouragement to your life. Let us go out in search for lions.
~ John
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