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Pictures from the 2007 Garvey Open Tournament

This is for "both..."

Please understand that these are simply doodles! They require absolutely no skill whatsoever!

That being said, I shall give you a tour of my "monkey art..."

(there is such a thing)

I honestly don't think it's that great, but this is a little prayer I never have quite finished until now. In fact, now that's it's finished (I think), I can sing it to myself (and God of course!), which makes it so much more of an offering to God, rather than just a few words spoken hither and thither.

Father,

May I never show disdain

Toward the honor of Your Name

Jesus,

Help me to remain

In awe of You who came

Spirit,

Assist me to proclaim

The glory of Your reign

I think there is very little that pleases our Father in heaven more than that of our own song written and sang for Him—as skillfully and poetically as possible!

Here we have been made with an audible voice, and it’s seems all too often we use that voice for tearing one another down. (And there is no one innocent in this regard) Furthermore, we all too often compare our voice to others around us and we begin to let that fear of man creep into our lives so much so that we fail to sing even in private—just one on one with God. I mean, let’s face it. Some people just have amazing voices. And others… well, yeah. We’re in the same boat.

All in all, I’m not trying to tell you not to compare yourself to others. That’s all legit. But one issue that I personally think is not stressed quite enough is the fact that GOD does not compare you to others. (Hallelujah!) After all, man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart!

So when you sing a song, don’t just mumble it off as if it were some “sing-along song with Salty.” Let God see a child’s heart that longs to bring joy to their Father by singing their own song, with all their might, using every ounce of “umph,” choosing only the finest of melodies, the most meaningful words, and the most precise doctrine!

Sure, that’s a high standard to achieve. But hey, I haven’t heard anyone say Chris Tomlin’s songs have always been great! :-)

If we died with him

We will also live with him

If we endure

We will also reign with him

If we disown him

He will also disown us

If we are faithless

He will remain faithful

For he cannot disown himself



I'm sorry I have not posted any of my own work... at this point, I'm afraid I don't have any to present. Maybe I have "artist's block." I haven't a clue. Let me know if you have any ideas of what I should do. Or how I should do it. Or what you would like me to do... i.e. write a song, take cool pictures, draw cool pictures...

Yeah.

I'm going to post something today.

For sure.

Now that I've said that, I must!

Check out this site. It's dedicated entirely to the photo capture of water droplets.

I came across this picture, edited it a little, and here, now I share it with you...

* go to google maps, and type in new York, ny.

* then click "get directions from here" and type in paris, france

* next, look at step #23

* and have a *laugh*.

With tears of gratitude, I present this humble rhyme to my Savior Jesus Christ.

However!

I find it so ironic. So amazing. So utterly stupefying... that He who gives me these words and melodies and pictures in the first place, would be pleased when I turn around and give them back as if they were something I concocted on my own.

It makes me feel like a child his/her father's arms. He gives me a page from a coloring book. It has all the lines drawn already. In fact, the picture already looks great. Then I take a crayon to it. I scribble and scribble--hardly staying between the lines, no color matching what so ever. And I turn and hand it back. How do you think a father is to react?

Anyway, this is my humble tribute. My resurrection Sunday scribbled-up-torn-page-from-a-coloring-book offering

See how He hung

In blazing sun

Throbbing hands

Blood pools spun

Birds and crows

Are found content

In flesh and blood

Of savior spent

Wrath poured out

With no relent

On Him, the Christ

The Messiah rent

Through tears of pain

Rejection found

‘Twas wrath to fill

And sin confound

Of those He saved

With thorns was crowned

Our Redeemer’s grace

And praise resounds!

I thought before I left on my business trip to Seattle, I would leave you all with some inspiration from the beauty herself, Spring!

Now, J and Andie, I know my photography could never ever even think about beginning to compare to the quality of your work! In fact, I almost didn't post these at all because your talent scares me...

but here goes nothing... (the text refers to the picture below the title :-)

While He whose flesh was torn from his body, and whose crown was exchanged for shame, hangs upon the cross in the absence of sin...

How can one stand in the absence of tears!

Do not underestimate the penalty paid and the wrath bore on your behalf!

You who murdered the Son of God, our Messiah!

...after listening to a couple sermons, I was convicted of something God spoke into my head.



To worship God

IS to pursue holiness.



Read Matthew 5:8, I Peter 2:9, Philipians 3:3

You hide behind this mask
So innocently
You wrestle with this task
Of bitter uncertainty
You're asking, "Why, why, why,
Can't I see the blue sky?"
And still the years pass you by
Without a word said
Without a word said

So confidently I can hear your voice
So evidently calling out to me
I will not fear the sting of expectations now

I will not disquise
This open flame in open skies
Are you asking for your own demise
By letting the years pass you by
Like clouds up in the sky, by and by
The years will surely pass you by
Without a word said

What's happened to this gift
Of cleansing white light
The world's gone adrift
By basking in the night
Will you be a leader or
A single ignorant follower
And let the years pass you by
Without a word said
Without a word said

I’ve been a’wander

For far too long

I start to wonder

How much time has gone

I pause to stare

At the midnight sun

And it’s then I realize

It’s been far too long

It’s been far too long

On this broken road I travel on

And though it seems I’m far too gone

Your light shatters the sky

In a glorious return

When it’s been far too long

You breathed Your breath in us

That we might come to know

That we might sing Your praise, forever

You gave us lips to sing

You gave us feet to bring

An offering of joy, to Your throne

Remember me

In light of Your mercy

Remember me

In light of Your love

You bore a crown of thorns

That we might know Your grace

That we might see Your face, on that day

My darkness turned to light

The sinless sacrificed

The ransomed now draw nigh, in faith

Remember me

In light of Your mercy

Remember me

In light of Your love

You abandoned heaven’s lights

You gave the gift of life

You offered Yourself to all, who believe

Now the angels join in song

As the saints come marching home

A nation has been formed

We are sons and daughters of the King

This crooked universe

Has only grown worse

As life descends

And truth it bends

I can’t take any more

I stumble out the door

Only to return

And face a draining sea

A great wind blows

It swallows our homes

The strong take a stand

Crowns tossed into the sand

Our light once shone

The darkness to disown

We’ll march seven times

Conquer riddles and rhymes

Daddy dear sat me on his knee

And he told me this story

About a big oak tree

That stands tall and wide

It’s roots burrow deep

It dwells by the creek

It brings forth fruit and seed

It’s leaves never wither nor fade

So I sing this ode

To the big oak tree

Let us pay our dues

To the big oak tree