Mar 2016
How crazy do I have to be in order to follow you?
I've been thinking about the absurd (those that you have claimed to be your people) and it terrifies me.
I could never **** my son for you...I mean I don't have one.
But if I did...I don't think I could.
Would you be so ludicrous to ask that of me?
I guess I'll have to wait and see.
How could I ever tell people about you speaking to me from shrubbery.
Out of tongues of fire came a discovery of courage and fight, and I don't believe that would have been me on that night.
I don't think my arch could understand that you would need it to march 13 times around a wall, give a shout and watch that cities defenses fall.
You would have a man take his 32,000 down to just 300, so everyone would know that it was God to whom these people were hunted.
I could never be a man with such long hair that would wield an ***** jaw to slay an army while my peers stood in awe.
The fact that you would speak to a boy while he sleeps... to call him into service.
Or have a king shaped like a shepherd, sling a rock that would leave a giants body-less head, peppered.
Even watching your master leave this world in a chariot pinned to a whirlwind of fire...is bonkers!
What of a guy that would rebuild a wall on a pagan kings dollar so that one day men and women gripping palm branches could holler.
Three boys refusing to bow down because they had a faith that was earnest, yet they stood tall when they walked out of that fiery furnace.
You see, all these people have their place (however) there is one that struck a cord...today more than ever.
A man that made his listeners shiver, “prepare ye the way” he would shout from the edge of the river.
“Hairy and howling” was this mans attributes.
Leery and crowding were the peoples contributes.
His fuel was wild honey and mouth full of focus.
What's my prognosis? He was only always ferocious.
On the day of his death he had burning passion for you, until a king took his head because his life was a little askew.
Those that follow are erratic and I'm quickly finding out my life doesn't contain that kind of static.
I can see that in order for me to be sporadic, I need you to do some spring cleaning in my attic.
How crazy do I have to be to follow you?
Easy, crazy enough to believe you can bring me through.
Crazy enough to see that the underlying definition for a believer such as me... is cuckoo.
I've been thinking about the absurd (those that you have claimed to be your people) and it terrifies me.
I could never **** my son for you...I mean I don't have one.
But if I did...I don't think I could.
Would you be so ludicrous to ask that of me?
I guess I'll have to wait and see.
How could I ever tell people about you speaking to me from shrubbery.
Out of tongues of fire came a discovery of courage and fight, and I don't believe that would have been me on that night.
I don't think my arch could understand that you would need it to march 13 times around a wall, give a shout and watch that cities defenses fall.
You would have a man take his 32,000 down to just 300, so everyone would know that it was God to whom these people were hunted.
I could never be a man with such long hair that would wield an ***** jaw to slay an army while my peers stood in awe.
The fact that you would speak to a boy while he sleeps... to call him into service.
Or have a king shaped like a shepherd, sling a rock that would leave a giants body-less head, peppered.
Even watching your master leave this world in a chariot pinned to a whirlwind of fire...is bonkers!
What of a guy that would rebuild a wall on a pagan kings dollar so that one day men and women gripping palm branches could holler.
Three boys refusing to bow down because they had a faith that was earnest, yet they stood tall when they walked out of that fiery furnace.
You see, all these people have their place (however) there is one that struck a cord...today more than ever.
A man that made his listeners shiver, “prepare ye the way” he would shout from the edge of the river.
“Hairy and howling” was this mans attributes.
Leery and crowding were the peoples contributes.
His fuel was wild honey and mouth full of focus.
What's my prognosis? He was only always ferocious.
On the day of his death he had burning passion for you, until a king took his head because his life was a little askew.
Those that follow are erratic and I'm quickly finding out my life doesn't contain that kind of static.
I can see that in order for me to be sporadic, I need you to do some spring cleaning in my attic.
How crazy do I have to be to follow you?
Easy, crazy enough to believe you can bring me through.
Crazy enough to see that the underlying definition for a believer such as me... is cuckoo.
One day I was thinking on John the Baptist and I couldn't help but think about how people must have viewed him as insane. I mean, he lived in a cave, ate bugs, shouted in the wilderness, and baptized people in the Jordan River.
It made me think of others in the Bible that have that same audacity to be mad for the Lord; and I'm not sure I have what it takes to be that way.
So, this is my prayer, my one sided conversation with the Lord.
It made me think of others in the Bible that have that same audacity to be mad for the Lord; and I'm not sure I have what it takes to be that way.
So, this is my prayer, my one sided conversation with the Lord.
