Thursday, February 25, 2016

Colorado River

Lately I’ve felt like the Colorado River
Dry, spiritually speaking
It can no longer reach the ocean
Why?
Places like Vegas use all the water

God’s the only thing that can quench
He’s my true water
Lately it seems like I can’t reach Him
All my sins getting in the way
My stream to him has dried up

At one point it was strong
Powerful enough to cut through rock
Carved out the Grand Canyon
Has since dried up

My water was a strong stream
Cut straight through sin
Causing growth in Christ

Dams have been built
Slowed, and stopped the flow

The damns of my soul,

Have slowed and stopped the flow of water

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

WWP

Cedarville University's baseball team is having a game on April 2nd against Oakland City. We are dedicating this game to help raise funds for the WWP(Wounded Warrior Project). As you may be aware for many men and women return from serving our country with a variety of injuries that need a lifetime of care. WWP is committed to help our service men and women as they return. If you would donate even $1 it would be of help. This is the link: https://fundraise.woundedwarriorproject.org/rtt/Fundraising/team/Cedarville-University-Baseball-Fundraising-Team-Page

Sunday, February 14, 2016

No Longer My Way

I never intended to be where I am today
I never thought I’d be at a Christian school
I said, “I will never go”
I always had division one dreams
I never wanted to be in Ohio
I wanted to stay in the south
Comfort in lukewarm water
Fan of the faith
Saying I was Christian was enough
Made my own rules
Followed my own plan

Did you notice “me”
“I” was the distraction

Then, it happened
It was opposite day
Except it was everyday
Jesus brought me here
I have a new dream
I play for his team
Jesus shows me the beautiful
Ohio nature is so peaceful

It’s true what they say
Love changes you
People do crazy things for love
I became radical for love
You can’t call me a fan
Unless it’s the gospel blowing kind
Those are called followers
Faith makes us warriors
Our father seed made us flowers

God gets the glory
He’s the lantern in the forest
Riches to the poorest

Treats us like the florist.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Interruptions

Sitting here alone
Smells of coffee fill my nose
Press the caramel macchiato to my lips
I’m just minding my own.

Outside is a typical Ohio night
Rainy and wet
There’s a cold breeze
Stony Creek is buzzing

My head is in the word
I’m in the zone
I read so easily
As if God’s telling me a bedtime story

Slowly I hear others
Voices slice through my concentration like a knife
I’m not eavesdropping
At least not trying too

I attempt to block it out
No success
I clasp my hand over my ears
That just makes it noisier
I also can hear my own thoughts

I stop fighting it
Words flow into my ears
As water flows into a drain

I tune into the conversations
The disappointment breaks my heart
Complaining is most of the sound
The rest is worse
Negativity can be a curse

My stomach churns
The sin burns

These are my brothers and sisters
My fellow Christians
Fellow Cedarville people

I want to yell
Reach out to them
Is it not written?
“Do all things without arguing or complaining”

But I don’t
I don’t know these people
Who am I to interrupt them?
It’s not their fault they interrupted me

All I can do is pray

Lord take their sins away