Every Point Has its Turn; Hence a Turning Point

There comes a climax in one's life that disappearing out into the unknown is the only place that feels like home. The arms of God seem to bring you into the deep loneliness of dependence upon him. Making them [His arms] seem much larger. Complete surrender is the only option to surviving the whirlwind of this life. Lying on this friendless street you discover your soul and you disregard your cares. You come into a sacred shelter in the moment that you care less of the evolution of your own imaginings, and more of the Lord of Hosts. The only end that guides you is the Grace of God. I have no money, I have no home; I have Christ. - C.L.

A Violent Dog Baptized Fundamentalist

"We tried to forget about theory and pitch and timing and focus on feeling"-Jon Foreman
[Rules]-a definition
1. a principle or regulation governing conduct, action, procedure, arrangement, etc.: the rules of chess. 2. the code of regulations observed by a religious order or congregation: the Franciscan rule.*

What is ‘rule’, but a cold faceless ideology? Jesus is not an institution, nor is he a code of regulation, He is grace in flesh. Occasionally you should forget the systems and find freedom in the concealed. The naked truth is that grace releases the tight clench of the iron fist of legalism and consumerist schemes. The corporate method is to cookie-cut humans; but Jesus makes us unique. Gracelessness imposes people not to smile in Church and to exist in a sad state of ‘deep spirituality’. Grace reaffirms that man’s regulation is not to be feared. So smile and make sure you’re breaking the rules.-C.L.


*[Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.]

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Helmut Thielicke-"the devil succeeds in laying his cuckoo eggs in a pious nest...the sulphurous stench of hell is as nothing compared with the evil odor emitted by divine grace gone putrid."

I hope that God would fashion in me a sense of disgust for my own corruption. That I would first become dissatisfied with my own dormant position in life and not glare at others in order that I may blame them for all the disgrace in the world. The homeless will remain hungry as long as my refrigerator stays full, and the hopeless will live broken as long as I linger in my room. I cannot delay. This is an emergency. Grace is the ambulance.-C.L.

Nothing New that Hasn't Already Held me Back

Sometimes I dream...actually my mind is consumed with dreams. Heaven, eternity, grace and food are usually the main four that are on this palate of thought that sits inside my head. But oh how dreams become sadly mediocre when I allow tomorrow to stand in the way of what I will do today. I consent possibility to slide out of my grip into the full wastebasket of my crumpled up ideas. Therefore changing actuality into something that it should never have to be. The ideal reverie would be to take action against the mediocre. Standing against hesitation, apprehension and non-action. In all reality non-action is the one thing that prevents the church from unleashing its true potential. So instead we become just a bunch of walking potentials in the midst of a distracted world. I hold in my heart a revolutionary way to live…its due time to let it go. –C.L.