With all due respect

11 03 2008

And with special attention to the ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’ policy…

The Vatican.


The Catholic church is full of people who really love the Lord. It is also, apparently, full of nut-jobs. This is not astonishing since the Catholic church has always been full of lovers of Christ and nut jobs (some of them are both at once!). 

Allow me to introduce you to Isabella of Spain. Some of you may recall the Inquisition. “In 1480, Isabella and Ferdinand instituted the Inquisition in Spain, as one of many changes to the role of the church instituted by the monarchs. The Inquisition was aimed mostly at Jews and Muslims who had overtly converted to Christianity but were thought to be practicing their faiths secretly — known respectively as morranos and moriscos — as well as at heretics who rejected Roman Catholic orthodoxy, including alumbras who practiced a kind of mysticism or spiritualism.

Ferdinand and Isabella were given the title “the Catholic” by the Pope, in recognition of their role in “purifying” the faith.” (You can read more here.)

On the other hand we have Saint John of the Cross, Teresa of Avila and the Desert Fathers and Mothers. Now, I’m not Catholic. I admit it! Hence I feel it is innapropriate for me to haul back and give the Church a proverbial slap in the face.

However, nowhere in the Bible does Jesus say “You live by grace if and only if you follow these institutionalized religious forms.” Nor does he warn us that “Your carbon footprint will weigh heavily against you in the Final Judgement”.

So why exactly is the Vatican freaking out that trips to confessionals have decreased rapidly and there are massive amounts of greenhouse gases being released into the air? And how did those two things land on the table at the same time?!

Was the pope being served by a particularly smarmy footman who decided to confess that he doesn’t confess anymore and also drives a Hummer? Where do things like this occur?!

I’m just saying. If you’ve got people out witnessing the love of God to the lost, who cares if they forgot to confess their sins and happened to have flown to wherever they are witnessing. Let God take care of the sins. He’s more than willing to do it.

But, by all means, go to confession if that’s what the Holy Spirit is telling you to do.

Just don’t drive there.


The Second Day

28 11 2007

Did you ever think about what it must have been like for the disciples on the day after Jesus was crucified? We tend to skip from the cross to the empty grave and forget that there was a day where heaven was silent and earth was empty.

—At this point let me offer a disclaimer. If I err in any way it is my human fallability. I would love to hear thoughts from my audience (all five of you)— Read the rest of this entry »

First Set

27 11 2007

Twas my first set today and it went very well. My butt was tired by the end, as was my voice, but I felt like I got to spend two hours with the Holy Spirit which is never bad.

 I’ve realized why I’ve become such a reluctant blogger. I’m at that point where if something isn’t related to God, it holds no interest for me. I don’t want to write about the day-to-day stuff because it’s unspeakably non-important right now. And, since I can’t spatter the internet with everything that God is doing in my heart, I am clean out of subjects.

I really am sorry for this, because I know that there’s a few of you out there who keep up on my life via this blog. There really is no answer for you other than pray for inspiration, leave topic ideas or call me.

Loves to you all. I’m peacin’ out for now.

Where IS the tea towel?

26 11 2007

(Title taken with permission from Karina at the intern dinner tonight. She spent two and a half hours wandering around looking for that towel.)

Can I just say right now that there is only 178 days until the release of Prince Caspian?

Also that, of all the things I am going to miss about NZ, “pump” water bottles are easily in my top five.

And, not to drag on the random comments any longer than neccesary, tomorrow is my first ‘set’ at THOP.

Gasp! Read the rest of this entry »


5 11 2007

“Great is Thy faithfulness

Great is Thy faithfulness

Morning by morning new mercies I see

Great is Thy faithfulness

Lord unto me” – Great is Thy Faithfulness


On the subject of hymns I have not a great deal to say. I was raised in charismatic churches and the first hymn I remember singing was when I was probably fifteen.


However, being in the house of prayer where we worship eight hours a day has introduced me to quite a few of these wonderful songs.


There’s a lot of hope in them and a great deal of beautiful language. A thanks to Stacie for getting me hooked up with a few good CD’s worth of hymns before I left. You rock, Stacie!


“This is my Father’s world

And to my listening ears

All nature sings and round me rings

The music of the spheres…


This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.” –This is My Father’s World


Or one of my favorites:


“Teach me some melodious sonnet

Sung by flaming tongues above

Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it

Mount of Thy redeeming love”

Waxing Poetical

1 11 2007

John Mayer CD’s make my writing rather poetical. So do sunrises, good smells, people I love and peppermint slice. Maybe I’m just a poetical kind of person.

 But, if that is true, I am faced with a whole lot of other questions. If I can be ignorant of my inherently poetical (and author-ish) self, what other selves am I that I know nothing about?

Lou Engle once said that “you have no idea who you are”. It’s true, really, because who I am is who Christ wishes to be in me. And, since I know so little of the true nature of the godhead, I know very little about myself. Read the rest of this entry »

The Prophetic

18 10 2007

Today was a hard day, but a day chock full of blessings nevertheless.

For example, I asked God for the grace to wake up at 6 every morning and go running. But last night I set my alarm for 7.15, figuring that ‘I don’t feel too good and should sleep in’. What time did I wake up? 5.55am. Not only that but I actually got out of bed and went for a run!

By the time I got back I’d spent a half an hour arguing with myself about whether or not to stay home from the prayer room. I wasn’t feeling too hot and kind of felt the Lord urging me to stay home. Here is how the conversation went- “God, should I stay home?” You should. “But I have cute hair!” Yeah. You should stay home. Read the rest of this entry »