Looking on, keep looking on,
Expectantly await the dawn,
You who cling to hope may wait,
May yet your heart now satiate,
Oh do not cease from looking on!
Continue pressing on in hope
And its related isotope:
In joy, that is; may yours be full,
This is the substance of the tulle,
The fabric of the wedding veil,
Fastened quick with thankfulness,
The bride of Christ is thus arrayed,
The love of Christ therefore displayed
In one for whom He bled and...
Welcome to the 2011 edition of my annual New Year's letter. If you are privileged enough to have been given the password to read this post, then I invite you to grab a cup of coffee (because coffee makes everything more enjoyable) and read on. Let me know in the comments how your year was too and what some of the lessons were that you've come away with. :) History
Trying to recall exactly what happened in January and February of this year is...
Today has been a respite, a respose from the inanity of semester's end. After a late breakfast, I decided to go outside and enjoy the glory-fall. I walked out past the parking lot and sat on a big rock and gazed across the field in front of the school. It was a beautiful moment—gazing and reflecting and praying. I couldn't help but take it all in, and I was so thankful that my eyes are truly open. When your eyes are really open, you never...
In all honesty, I haven't had a lot on my mind lately. Over Thanksgiving break I've been house-sitting which has been a blessing and a curse, but mostly blessing. The hard part is being by myself, yet at the same time that is also the blessing—the silence is like an emotional/mental/spiritual detox. Yep, it's just me and the dog I'm watching and frankly, I couldn't ask for more. Thanks to the tremendous amount of silence and stillness, I've...
Ok, as I begin this post, I frankly have no idea where it's going to end up. Sooooo, here goes. Today began with the word "change" for me. I noticed that in the word "change" is the word "hang" and I realized that so often change feels like your life is hanging in the balance. Right now, my life feels like it's hanging in the balance. I'm on choir tour with my school, and things started off pretty well, but something today went out of whack. I'm...
Sometimes, I find myself particularly tired of my place in life… and then it hits me: I want it now. I want my portion now. I have been promised an inheritance, and I’m tired of waiting. Oh God, have mercy on me. It all begins when I start to think about the things that I do, the places I’ve been, the person I’ve become, and I look at all of the people who just don’t care, all of the opportunities that never presented themselves, all...
"To conclude this series on prayer, I have asked fellow Jessup student Sara Lewis to share her insights on prayer and experience of God through it. Please give thought to what she has to say about the power and authority given to believers!"
— David Andrew
Walking in the Spirit
Only in the last couple of years have I experienced just a taste of what it means to sit in His presence, and every time only leaves me wanting more and wishing I had...
"The following post is written by my friend Karsten—an unashamed man of God whose perspectives on faith and praxis have radically challenged and shaped my own. I pray you are blessed by his words. :)"
—David Andrew Prayer. Such an overused word. We have “prayer meetings” and “prayer groups” and “prayer chains,” we say “I’ll pray for you” to our suffering Christian friends (then we usually don’t remember to). So what is...
"In continuing this series on prayer, I wanted to focus on abiding in God's presence. Writing on this subject, my friend Maria Viola offers her intimate, insightful perspective from her experience of God in the quite place."
—David Andrew The Quiet Place We can learn to abide in God’s presence wherever we go, in any situation, in whatever we are doing. There is a starting point: being in the prayer closet. I cannot stress enough the...
To kick off this series on prayer, I want to focus on the experience of prayer. To express this sentiment, I have asked my dear friend Rachel Jackson to pen a creative piece on her experience of prayer. So without further ado:
Prayer.
Oh, I know this place so well;
The place we come to meet.
Oh, I know the way He looks at me
When I dance before Him, free.
Oh I know the path so well;
The path we walk upon.
Oh, I know it won’t be very long
Till...
