During our local Bloomsday run, some pro-life activists chose to use the race as a place to protest abortion with baby parts signs, which resulted in some ticked off people and apparently some negative vocal interaction. I think it was a poor choice to insert abortion activism and ultimately damages the cause. But then I read the comments in the article and see that the ugliness that is protested by pro-abortion is equally found in their disgusting comments. There has to be a better way to fight for the cause of life in the emerging generation while Gosnells and abortion mills still exist. Both sides have their extremists that end up making the moderate appear ok and that undermines the overall work of lowering abortion rates.
“O Lord, against this bosom blast,
of coiled and seething feelings
Batt’ring passions, ebbing yearnings,
oozing ache of inner man,
Raise thou the flinty walls of stuff of
which thy son was made.
Yea, build in me the buttressed bastions of faith
That shall resist the undersucking flow of soulish tide,
And make me endure this late attack,
I pray, in Jesus’ name.”
He faced almost 250 charges. His barbaric practice of infanticide of babies is over, now they decide if he should be put to death or locked up for life. Now the question rises, “is this type of horror happening in more of the “women’s health” clinics and who else needs to be brought to justice?”
A prayer for those who have yet surrendered their lives to Lord Jesus based on: 2 Corinthians 10:5-6 & 2 Timothy 2:22-26 & The Empire Strikes Back
Spirit of truth,
I pray that you will demolish every argument, claim or assertion that stands between unbelief and faith in the knowledge of God.
Capture every rebel thought until they surrender in obedience to Christ. May they flee the desires of youth that are evil, hunt after righteousness, faith, love and peace, with a community of people who also call on God from a purified heart.
May they become one who no longer engages in foolish and stupid arguments that just end up distracting one from the truth and often end in dead end arguments.
Let kindness, humility, teachableness and the ability to have thick skin be the tone of the struggle for truth.
Grant a change of heart and mind that results in a change of life through a deep and powerful encounter with the gospel.
May they wake up, and see that “It’s a Trap” laid by the devil, who has captured them for his own purposes.
Joel’s Fire: my Urban Liturgy for Congregational Sending:
O’ Father of Light,
We see our ruin, within and without us. Uncover and uproot our idolatry, so that we may return to You with broken hearts and lives and abandon all our other gods.
O’ Son of Fire,
Grant us weeping, sustain us in our turning, awaken us in resurrection. Purge us, cleanse us and clothe us in your righteousness, that we might never turn to any other god than You.
O’ Spirit of Wind,
Kindle us as flame, cast us burning, as scattered embers of Your power, purpose and passion into the harvest, that we may faithfully proclaim Your Name to the four corners of the earth.
(I wrote this for use in our church, it’s based on the book and message of Joel & Exodus 20 in anticipation for Pentecost Sunday)
“But everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved.” -Joel 2:32
“The pity of it is that the most of people in these days worship a god of their own invention. They do not make an image of clay, or of gold, but they construct a deity in their minds according to their own thoughts. They proudly judge as to what God ought to be, and they will not receive God as he really is. What is this but a god-making as gross as that which is performed by the heathen? What can be more wicked than to attempt to imagine a better god than the one true and living God? As the deity of your fancy has no existence, I would not recommend you to trust in him.”
You know what’s like Dante’s Inferno’s 7th level of hell? Being on a fruit & vegetable fast and having to sit through a birthday party at a Brazilian Meat feast. They brought 10 or so selections of various delectably cooked meats to our table and with every offering the waiters would ask me if I wanted any…talk about maddening torture. Absolute food porn vexation…now I’m going to go to bed and will probably dream of a juicy, simmering ham hell.
I spent the silence & solitude time at our retreat exploring the spring run off coming down Mt. Schweitzer. It was a vigorous time clambering through snow, forest & water in shorts & tank top because it was so warm. This was the first day in over a year and a half that I was able to push myself a bit physically and not feel pain. The cervical steroid injection has definitely improved my mobility. I was truly grateful to be active and be able to savor the beauty of nature.