Ahhh....a fresh blog to introduce to the wonders of guest posting. Mwahaha!!!
(this is Stephen)
Uhhhh....that's all, I guess.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Paso
Okay! So I went to Paso last weekend, to visit my friend Stephen from Fullerton. It took me about 4 hours to get there. It looks like happy cow country. Good cheese does come from happy cows in California!
When I got there I was warmly welcomed by Stephen and all his friends! Let’s see later we went out witnessing. Stephen’s sister Sarah, a girl named Stephanie, and I went up to these two ladies who could barley speak English and were Jehovah’s witnesses. It went pretty well. It mostly consisted of them trying to explain to us that Jesus was not God only the son of God, and us trying to explain the opposite. It was still cool though because we stepped out, the ladies thought that it was neat too. Maybe just the fact that we stepped out was a witness enough.
Later Sarah, Julieanne (Stephen’s other sister) and I went looking around for these two other ladies which God laid on Julieanne’s heart. God ended up leading us to a building that He wanted us to pray for. We walked by it and Julieanne said “oh I feel like we should pray for this building” come to find out, it was a saloon.
Let’s see, fast forward a bit. Later that night we went to their youth service called TAG (the awakening generation) it was so awesome. See they don’t have a TAG worship band; instead they just play worship music on a CD player. To one it may seem plain, but oh my goodness! It was so cool; there was just this spirit of worship there. I felt so free to let go and just worship God in dance. See at Christmas conference, I so wanted to dance, they even had and area for that, but I just couldn’t. I should have been bolder about it. Anyway, Stephen’s church just had a different atmosphere to it. (I’ll share more about that later)
Let’s see Sunday I went to their regular church service, then to Stephen's friend’s house! We had an awesome Italian dinner! Then later MORE Worship!
It was so cool, see it wasn’t just the normal "I am going to worship and feel warm fuzzes." No it was more intimate than that. God was speaking to me; he wanted to know how I felt. I love that about God, even though he already knows what is wrong, he still wants to hear it. He just asked me “what’s wrong?” and then asked “why?” and then He showed me things and taught me. One thing that he said to me was “keep looking at me, just keep looking at me, don’t look anywhere else, just at me.” In my worship I just kept looking up at his face, I could sense him smiling back down at me.
That is how I want my life to be, always looking at him. It is so easy to look up to other people in that way, especially if it is a boyfriend or a girlfriend. So easily we put them in the role as God, a burden way to heavy for them to carry. Recently I realized that I used to do this to my ex-boyfriend, Mark. I expected so much from him. I put him first in my life, and tried to fit him into that God-shaped hole. Oh I was a Christian at the time with strong morals and beliefs and he was too (we both still are), but behind all the Christian camouflage I couldn’t see that I was trying to put Mark right up there on the throne with God. It can still happen to me, and I see it happening to many women, and men too. It is important to realize that the natural has the physical eyes to see, and doesn’t take as much faith to see as the supernatural.
When I got there I was warmly welcomed by Stephen and all his friends! Let’s see later we went out witnessing. Stephen’s sister Sarah, a girl named Stephanie, and I went up to these two ladies who could barley speak English and were Jehovah’s witnesses. It went pretty well. It mostly consisted of them trying to explain to us that Jesus was not God only the son of God, and us trying to explain the opposite. It was still cool though because we stepped out, the ladies thought that it was neat too. Maybe just the fact that we stepped out was a witness enough.
Later Sarah, Julieanne (Stephen’s other sister) and I went looking around for these two other ladies which God laid on Julieanne’s heart. God ended up leading us to a building that He wanted us to pray for. We walked by it and Julieanne said “oh I feel like we should pray for this building” come to find out, it was a saloon.
Let’s see, fast forward a bit. Later that night we went to their youth service called TAG (the awakening generation) it was so awesome. See they don’t have a TAG worship band; instead they just play worship music on a CD player. To one it may seem plain, but oh my goodness! It was so cool; there was just this spirit of worship there. I felt so free to let go and just worship God in dance. See at Christmas conference, I so wanted to dance, they even had and area for that, but I just couldn’t. I should have been bolder about it. Anyway, Stephen’s church just had a different atmosphere to it. (I’ll share more about that later)
Let’s see Sunday I went to their regular church service, then to Stephen's friend’s house! We had an awesome Italian dinner! Then later MORE Worship!
It was so cool, see it wasn’t just the normal "I am going to worship and feel warm fuzzes." No it was more intimate than that. God was speaking to me; he wanted to know how I felt. I love that about God, even though he already knows what is wrong, he still wants to hear it. He just asked me “what’s wrong?” and then asked “why?” and then He showed me things and taught me. One thing that he said to me was “keep looking at me, just keep looking at me, don’t look anywhere else, just at me.” In my worship I just kept looking up at his face, I could sense him smiling back down at me.
That is how I want my life to be, always looking at him. It is so easy to look up to other people in that way, especially if it is a boyfriend or a girlfriend. So easily we put them in the role as God, a burden way to heavy for them to carry. Recently I realized that I used to do this to my ex-boyfriend, Mark. I expected so much from him. I put him first in my life, and tried to fit him into that God-shaped hole. Oh I was a Christian at the time with strong morals and beliefs and he was too (we both still are), but behind all the Christian camouflage I couldn’t see that I was trying to put Mark right up there on the throne with God. It can still happen to me, and I see it happening to many women, and men too. It is important to realize that the natural has the physical eyes to see, and doesn’t take as much faith to see as the supernatural.
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