High Cost Of Doing

The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here…” - 1 Kings 19:1-16



It really doesn’t take much effort for us to become too occupied.
Lies that culture has spoon-fed the church
has us all believing that
IF I STAY BUSY, I HAVE MY WORTH.
Service after service, devotion followed by devotion.
It’s a dangerous notion to believe that
things being done are equivalent to high value.
But the actual truth is
THERE’S A HIGH COST.
Silence has been lost in the sounds of liturgical rigmarole.
Polished order in the church leaves our individual lives in a pool of chaos.
Leaving us no room to experience enough solitude to
bathe in the mystery of
A GOD WHO SPEAKS IN A WHISPER.

WANDERING

On my faith wandering, I have been

Found, then Lost

Enlightened, then Confused

Joyful, then Angry

Encouraged, then Discouraged

Edified, then Rebuked

Lifted up, then Assaulted

Over and over, on and on.

I’ve been told “to keep quiet and learn”
by the same people who told me I need to be obedient to the Spirit of God…………
Just don’t say a word.

I’ve been on the upper echelon of the Institutional Mountain,
only to realize I wasn’t high enough to enjoy the view,
but high enough to fear the fall.

I’ve seen triumph turn to tragedy
And songs being sadly sung behind a wall of despair.
Tears of pain falsely painted as a battle cry of victory.

I’ve seen history repeat itself under the disguise of reform.
We swarm to the land of milk and honey that has been processed and manufactured
By a few who know best
While the rest willingly trust and digest what’s being fed to us.
With a frail Body and a fat belly, we’ve discovered a way to
Run on empty.

On my faith wandering, I have been

Found, then Lost

Enlightened, then Confused

Joyful, then Angry

Encouraged, then Discouraged

Edified, then Rebuked

Lifted up, then Assaulted

Over and over, on and on.

I’ve finally come to realize,
I AM NOT ALONE.
I dance to the singing voices of a disillusioned people searching for
God knows what.
This is where we want to be.