a prayer.

Lord, give me the strength to stand for You.
Show me where to stand, where to face, where to run, what to hold dear, what to let go.
in my interactions with the ones You Love, may i only speak, move, and touch with Your Truth and Love.

sacrifice of praise

sacrifice or praise.
where is the sacrifice?
words and tune slide effortlessly from my tongue.
my arms are light, raising them cause me no strain.
even when the music fades, i am not burdened by the acknowledgment of Your goodness, kindness, forgiveness, mercy, grace, power, and Love.
the sacrifice then is not on the surface of any of these, but at a deeper piercing level of true praise.
the sacrifice of humility.

semi connected thoughts

boredom with the eternal. to limit the Limitless.

what is life? what is Christianity?
what are/is the goal(s) i am persuing? do/does the goal(s) exist?
what is/are the perfect goal(s)?

to be lost to ourselves is to be found by the Light.
---deliver me from my clutches.
deliver me from my fallacies of irrelevancies.
deliver me from the thought that Life has an end or is yet to begin. ---

well...this is not a clip board writing

i feel stupid writing right now, so i will stop. i need to pray. i just cried because i miss Kenya.

blind

make me as blind as Your servant

may the obvious things of the world be as Foolish to me as smog to a blind man.

(the foolish smog of raceizm and perversion and stony vengance and and any addiction besides Christ's Love... may i have less understanding of these than i do now.)

beyond song and dance

let worship come not only from your lips, but also from your fingertips and the soles of your feet.

Your love can not be contained in the most Joyful scream nor the freeist of dance, but in the hug of a child, a hand to the hurting, forgiving a friend, or an enemy, a fire in the dark, truth released...

love and the heart (scattered writings)

you only Believe the parts of the Bible that you live by.
Love has momentum
if what you call "love" doesn't have momentum, please call it something else.

i pray for Your doors to open before me, and my eyes to open to the doors, and my heart to open to the momentum of Your Love, and my mouth to be open to outpour the overflow of my heart.

the heart is the vessel which at different times can hold the height of deceit and wickedness and the depth of Pure Love, Faith, Hope, and Joy

the first (maybe)

open the eyes of my heart
open my eyes to Your heart
show me Life through Your eyes
overwhelm and Break my heart with Your Love and tears
like the roots of a tree split a boulder, may Your Heart undo my reservations.

right then...we'll see how this goes

alright then, this is not a real post (or whatever you want to call it).
, but i am thinking of typing out some or all of my clipboard writings, and putting them on here. i can't guarentee that i will stick to it or if i will find a better way to put them on the internet, but i'm gunna give it a try. and i think i will start from the beginning of my clipboard archive and work up to the present, but i might throw in some really recent ones too and just designate them as recent writings or something. well, that's all the babbling i have for now. i wonder if anyone will ever read this message. well, even if you don't read this, i think it will be good for me to go back and reread and rewrite the clipboard writings. until later (which is always the case), audios.