The Fourth Star Will Not Fall

A praise song

2009-09-02T14:57:00.000-07:00

By John Lafferty
09.30.09

From the roots of the mountains
To the gates of heaven
We have heard your call
The blind ones have seen
The afflicted have been freed
you make your wonders known to all

Beruch HaShem L'Adonai
In every tongue we lift you high
We praise the Lord, sing halelu
Creation's song we return to you

The rocks will cry out
The four winds will echo
The trees will clap thier hands
The clouds will rejoice
The rainbow will lend it's voice
To praise the risen Son of Man

Because of your wonders
Majestic in word and deed
We thank you alone
And if we do not
Nature will gush out
An unrestrained show of love

Deep calls to deep rejoicing
Saints join in and will sing
A thunderous anthem
Like the sound of many waters rushing

"Ain't No Reason" by Brett Dennen

2009-08-26T13:27:00.001-07:00

There is a reason... and he's only hinting at it by saying there is none. Great song. Powerful video.

To all future father-in-laws: Try this on for size.

2009-08-03T14:18:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading John Piper's newest book in the series, "The Swans are not silent" titled, "Filling Up the Afflictions of Christ". Each book contains a brief biographical sketch of a leader of the church who stood as a beacon of faithfulness in his day and age. Reading Christian biographies is a great practice in expanding one's view God's "enduring kindness". It is a sure remedy for self-exaltation. Saints of ages past have big shoes to fill!
One of my favorite men of God was Adoniram Judson, although i doubt i'll bless any of my children with his first name. He served a critical purpose in beginning the American Missions movement in the 19th century. He was one of the first missionaries sent out from America and his fame for preaching to the heathens was a premier catalist in the largest modern missions mobilization. Before he left for his life's work, he met his future wife. He fell in love with her at first sight, and they were married six months later. During this time he wrote her father a bold letter,
"I have now to ask, whether you can consent to part with your daughter early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can consent to her departure, and her subjection to the hardships and sufferings of missionary life; whether you can consent to her exposure to the dangers of the ocean, to the fatal influence of the southern climate of India; to every kind of want and distress; to degradation, insult, persecution, and perhaps a violent death. Can you consent to all this, for the sake of him who left his heavenly home, and died for her and for you; for the sake of perishing, immortal souls; for the sake of Zion, and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this, in hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with the crown of righteousness, brightened with the acclamations of praise which shall redound to her Savior from heathens saved, through her means, from eternal woe and despair?" (piper, p92)
Shocked?!? Well, it might seem a bit forward, but it worked. Anne and Adoniram were married two weeks before they left for the missions field. Maybe i'll try this with approach with my next girlfriend's dad. i really like the opening bit, "if you let me marry your daughter, you'll never see her again." His direct sense of the calling of God upon his life created an openness to the extreme needs of the gospel. To Judson, the purpose of the gospel was urgent. That's why he's one of my favorite saints.
For more on Adoniram Judson, check out Piper's newest book. it's FREE on desiringgod.org. Until next time, serve Him urgently.

Throwing caution to the fire

2009-08-01T22:59:00.001-07:00

Mainly for humor, but partially for fun. Disclaimer: I realize this could be considered out of good taste, but i post it in an effort to widen a discussion of the issues, not to simply dismiss disagreements as inconsequential.

My take on this video is, "our open-mindedness has led us to the conclusions that all others are wrong."

How He Loves Us

2009-07-26T14:20:00.000-07:00

As i post this, i am moved to repent.
I do not love him the way i should.
I love other things more.
Like a child i play in the mud of wordliness and stain the beautiful raiment he has clothed me in.
I trivialize his affections.
Let me be candid, i take his love for granted.
I'm comfortable with the immense weight of all eternity hidden in the recesses of my heart.
Yet every time i desire to wet my tongue with his grace, he unleashes a torrential stream of love from his eternal storehouses.
His love is amazing.
AND
I still have little faith.
I try to do his will for him.
I am content for him to have his way as long as i am on the committee that makes the decisions.
I am obsessed with 'making up' for his 'mistakes'
Oh, God, wait a second... you forgot something here. Let me fix it for you.
As if i could hold the burning stars in place with my right hand,
or even hold my loose teeth in my fleshly gums with my designs.
I repent.
Renew my affections for your ways.
Break this heart in me.
Take me to your temple.
Let your praises echo in your sanctuary.
I will be spent in your service.
Then, you will no longer be jealous for me.

Jacksonville

2009-07-16T23:28:00.000-07:00

I have a lot of ideas i should write about Jacksonville. Since i lived there for 6 weeks interning for a non-profit ministry called 2nd Mile Ministries, i have quite a few things i need to debrief still... i'm not sure if i will ever get to all of them, but for the sake of clearing out a couple of the good ones before i talk them to death, here's a few.

Reasons i loved Jacksonville/2nd Mile

~Church planing in the 'hood
~Andrae's (The Big Boss) laugh
~Swami... Garrett's (Intern) guitar playing
~The question game ("Hey, why are you wearing that shirt?")
~Jambo!!!
~My favorite day camper, Akilah. So cute.
~Ruth's ruthless Eyebrow and in a unrelated matter, her 4pm coffee runs.
~Heron saying... "Do you smell that?"
~Trying to do the 'jerk'
~I lived with 6 amazing interns.
~H. B. & Shilo Metropolitan Baptist Church
~Taking a large group of white people to Shilo
~Yo Fam!
~Jamison working the kids into an excited frenzy just to run around a circle screaming, "You Ain't Hype"
~Running in the monsoon rain
~Going for a Rita's Gelato or Brewster's Ice Cream run at 9pm
~Hardee's with Amp
~Having a house full of people and no car to leave--being brought face to face with the stark realization that you must walk in the the spirit or sin publicly.
~Mama B's breakfast
~Park nights
~Kobe Bryant On 'Em
~Stupid Dumb Idiot
~The upstairs. affectionately dubbed "Sheol" by virtue of the lack of AC. Coincidentally, i slept there most nights.
~A woman who sells herself (don't get the wrong idea. I get convicted every time i think about it because i have no idea how to love them the way Jesus would)
~Luna's (i have no idea how to really spell Mrs. Robinson's name) gentle spirit.
~St. Augustine, and yes, slapping pigeons.
~Knowing that i'd slap pigeons if i had to do it all over again.
~Meeting the Highschoolers and going to the beach the first day.
~Being the token white guy
~Our volunteer groups, Middleburg, Eastside, and especially the 'Bama crew.
~"The ocean is not endless"
~The old firehouse we transformed into a Safari!
~STAY LEFT!!!!!
~Pastor Rick Borque's Sermons on Isaiah

There are so many things i love about Jacksonville. it was such a blessing to go. My burden for the gospel to be carried there compels me to ask you to pray for God's hand to change the hearts of men to love Him in the hood.

Hanrland Sanders must be Rolling Over in his Grave

2009-04-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

Hard times in the fast food industry. KFC introduces a line of grilled chicken. and let's be honest... KGC just doesn't have the same ring to it.

We'll see if the grilling gamble pays of, but until then, the Coronel must be rolling over in his grave.

A conversation between Master A and Mister B

2009-04-16T10:49:00.000-07:00

Well said, sir.
But is that your linchpin?
Don’t bother to cross the wires if you can’t stay

You can’t be legitimate and lonely
If you’re bored, you’re probably boring
Sure, you could copy and paste your entire existence
But you can’t erase it(....................)Or give it back

Love your loving mother not the hired surrogate
She’s the fountain of who you are
“Who you were” and “who you are” like the two main ingredients of vinaigrette
Is it an infinite coincidence that they never mix?

Lead, follow or get out of the way.
Don’t sit idle by
Counter Renege Or Reply

I could measure my insides against your outsides
But who wants to rob their own grave with a fake gun?

"Tolerate" The National Bank

2009-04-15T13:30:00.000-07:00

Jazz Indie Rock... and i love it.

I love Easter

2009-04-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

Easter is such a special day. This year, i half-heartedly observed my own form of unconventional lent. I know that sounds like weak sauce, but i stood up to a giant for fourty days. My stomach. I partook of some form of rice and beans for lunch, giving up normal foods, to remind myself of what Christ gave up to become man.
During my meditations on the life of the savior, i was floored. my own insiginificance on the part of the gospel got up in my face and stayed there. You see, there are two impossibilities wrapped up in easter. One for God, and one for Man.

God Died.

Man Ressurected.

this is the height of the dual nature of Jesus. we know he is both fully God and man, and are familiar with the great possibilities of the life of a God/man, but what are the cons, the downsides, and the bad thigns of being God and Man? They are all wraped up in the fact that Christ orchastrated every event in his death, burrial and resurrection, and yet never should have died. His perfetion prohibited it. Yet, 'he who knew no sin became sin for us'.
This is where it gets complicated, because Christ had to be the perfect sinless sacrifice-the passover lamb-in order to be our redemption, and yet, in his boundless love, took sin on himself. the very sin he fought against. the very sin that separated creation and creator. the very sin that bears the hate of his holy prejudice.

I believe a proper understaning of Easter deflates narcicistic self-rightiousness. God did not die for you. He won you. He is not consumed with you, but we are fulfilled in him.

I don't mean to be hyper critical, and i mean to say this in love. i was singing in the shower friday morning a little song you might know. it goes,

you gave, you gave, your life away,
you gave, you gave, your life away,
you gave, you gave, your life away for me
your grace has broken every chain,
my sin is gone my debt's been paid,
you gave, you gave, your life away for me

this song of praise turned bitter on my tongue as i sang the last two words... "for me". If a man to believes the Almight Creator of the universe wants to be BFF's, he does not know God.

During the week of His Passion, Jesus was asked, "which commandment is greatest?" and he replied with Deut 6:4,5. a passage the Hebrews called "Shma" or "Hear".

4 Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one.
5 Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.

This was the last question the religious leaders tried on Jesus, and with this answer he explaned the profundity of His Passion. The way it has been since the beginning of divine revelation, a call to love God. a call to be obedient sons and daughters, royal priests, and heirs. I love Easter because it tells me how to love God.

Love God.

John Piper: Sorrow and Joy

2009-03-25T11:06:00.000-07:00

So many times in the Christian life, i find it hard to balance the sorrow of the world, and the joy of a unshakable hope in Christ. For example, i took Julie out to El Capitan theatre in Hollywood to celebrate our year of dating. We had a marvelous time. The evening's entertainment included variations on disney themes by a live world-class organist on a giant Wurlitzer Theatre organ, drinks and popcorn, a pre-show live performance, and an ice cream sunday at the next door at the "Disney Soda Fountain". The evening was thoroughly enjoyed by both of us.
Yet, while we were gleefully homeward bound from West Hollywood, called Westwood, we shared an overwhelming sense of sorrow for the great and rampant sin that characterizes so much of the westwood. We conversed about the state of our culture for almost the entire ride home. It still grieves me to think of the pervasiveness of the immoral Hollywood influence worldwide, and that it grieves the very heart of God. John Piper has this to say about conflicting joy and sorrow,

"Or to put it positively, the seasoned soul in Christ has a steady joy and a steady sorrow. They protect each other. Joy is protected from being flippant by steady sorrow. Sorrow is protected from being fatal by steady joy. And they intensify each other. Joy is made deeper by steady sorrow. Sorrow is made sweeter by steady joy."

Yet, i must admit, i do not have the most mature view of sorrow and joy. My reaction, sometimes flippant or demeaning, reveals my sinful heart. I am greatly encouraged by this article posted on Desiringgod.org by John Piper because i want to be this solid and legit.

There is no more solid faith than the one constantly abiding in Him while turned over by life's unrelenting waves of sorrow and joy. Sorrow and joy are two of God's most effective graces in the lives of his children. so many godly men i admire are caught in the restraint of these dueling passions, and their lives embody the steadfastness of God's loving kindness.

I pray the Lord will bring refining sorrow and joy for you all.

Let your loving kindness, Oh God, be upon us, even as we hope in you.
Psalm 33:22

Tuesday Edition: Resume

2009-02-10T22:47:00.000-08:00

What's happening? doing good. been really sick lately. (hence the absence of posting)

Tuesday Edition of what's in my pockets
Pants: Blue Jeans

1. Ten ideas from my brainstorming session on fund raising for my Jacksonville Missions trip. Notable Ideas:
a: Open Mic Night
b: Auctioning a Date with Jamison
2. Two quarters
3. A receipt from Starbucks
4. Two ticket stubs from Slumdog Millionaire. I took Julie to see it last night... Good movie. Julie's favorite movie ever. She loved it. :)
5. A receipt from El Pollo Loco. Great chicken. Great chicken. Great chicken.
6. My keys and my wallet.

While I wrote this post, I have been sipping African Red Bush Tazo Tea. It's real good. i've started drinking tea since i started this cold about two weeks ago.

Poem

2009-01-29T00:30:00.000-08:00

I have been writing poetry and lyrics for about as long as i could write, but only recently has this hobby found proper articulation. Here is one of my first poems. It was a breakthrough in writing with clarity. enjoy.

I Am a City Mouse
I am a city mouse
A delightful gentleman
Aware and self-conscious
Behind Plastic frames

Miniver Cheevy died
I drank wine with his ghost
In life he’d have traded his soul
for a Camelot host

The future in my hands—
Past in his dead grasp
For the chain of moments
I pulled him in laps

“Quit this” he spoke
The present revealed
The path became teeth
As he dug in his heels

The teeth drew blood
The apparition concedes
A bargain of providence
And gives me what I need

The future, my bracelet
The past, my collar
I found the chains locked
Stiff from an unseen controller

“Quit this” I called
My expectations deceived
I followed the chain
To see who I see

A thunderous voice
Pealed back my nerve
I gasped as he said
“My son, you’re absurd”

I bent down quickly
He tugged at my leash,
Pulled me eye level
My fangs to His teeth.

“I AM THE LORD
The present is mine
You will exist
In my framework of time”

Tuesday Edition: What's in my Pocket?

2009-01-28T00:22:00.000-08:00

Howdy, howdy, howdy!

Its time for your favorite periodical update! Tuesday Edition of what's in my pockets?

My Shorts
- $.46 (left over change from 2 dbl cheese burgers from McDees... do the math, that's not an item on the dollar menu anymore... rough times for Ronald)
- A blow pop wrapper from Ester Dennis. I watched House @ RED's tonight. it rocked.
- Lip-Pro Balm. cause it's winter, and my lips will crack if i don't have this stuff. Lip-Pro is a life saver around here.
- My Wallet
- My Keys

My Jacket
- Nothing...lame. i wanted something to get really riled up about or better yet trash talk the Pittsburgh Steelers.

I'm watching ESPN Sportscenter Superbowl coverage and wondering to myself, "when did Amad Rashad's left eye get crazy? i don't remember when, but i feel like it must have happened overnight and he walked into work one day, and his boss was like what's up with your eye? And all Amad had to do was whisper the word, "disability" and his boss never asked another question. lol.

I'm going to build a bunkbed tomorrow. I'm 23. Bunkbed. 23. Bunk. i'll pretend it's like building a secret clubhouse. sweetness huh?

Music Video Monday: Fiction Family

2009-01-26T13:50:00.001-08:00

Jon Foreman is one of my favorite Theologians.

ok... well, maybe not. but he is one of my favorite song writers, and he has a new crew. He has collaborated with Nickel Creek's Sean Watkins for two and a half years to deliver their musical love-child.

Many musicians infuse collaborations with their different tastes. It might not be as crazy as the time when Headbanger Dimebag Darell and Country rebel David Allen Coe formed "Rebel meets Rebel" or as lame as Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson embarrassed themselves on National TV, but it is a refreshing Cup O' Muzak.

Check out Fiction Family.

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Here's a little interview for those of you who'd like some deeper content... it's like finding Atlantis in a bagel.

Calvanistic Controversial

2009-01-23T14:11:00.000-08:00

"Rick Warren is a brother in Christ."

Stop. Think.

How does that make you feel?

Jesus loves him.

What do you think about that?

An unfortunate page in modern Christianity is our criticism of our own.

A prime example is Rick Warren's prayer during the inauguration of President Obama. Driscoll was the only positive religious source i have heard. http://theresurgence.com/rick_warrens_prayer Thank you for posting this, Mark. I appreciate this encouragement.

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Now playing: The Myriad - Forget What You Came For

Tuesday Edition:

2009-01-21T00:41:00.000-08:00

it's time for the weekly segment of "what's in my pockets"

Pants Pockets:
- $.30
- Cell Phone with a new voice mail i probably won't check.
- Wallet

That's all folks. looking scant tonight... and tired.

good night.

Temporary Setbacks...

2009-01-20T12:04:00.000-08:00

Technical difficulties drew the shutters on my blogging about a week ago when my computer crashed. Despite minor difficulties, i am back online, crashing into the blogosphere like a meteoric crash of a marble into the ocean.

Monday Music video: Johnny Cash "God's Gonna Cut You Down."

Sometimes i sing this song with Johnny, and sometimes Johnny sings this song to me.

MuteMath

2009-01-07T13:00:00.000-08:00

I can't get enough musical love from Paul Meaney. He was a part of Earthsuit, and now fronts MuteMath with his Smooth magical melodies.

Check out his new song, released a while back... still noteworthy.
http://www.imeem.com/dialogs/standaloneplaylist/?k=3zY2VsO_1f

Tuesday Edition Of...

2009-01-07T00:07:00.000-08:00

I have been trying to think of a consistent feature, so, until i think of something better, i will conduct "TUESDAY EDITION OF WHAT'S IN MY POCKETS?"

Lessee... what do i have in my pocketsess, My Precious???
In my shorts, i have
1. My cell phone
2. Chap Stick Classic
3. An Orange Pen... kinda embarrassing... completely unintentional color selection, trust me...
4. $.71
5. Plastic Tire Tube Cap (i intend to put it back on)
6. My Wallet

In my Jacket, i have
1. A Small Plastic bag
2. A Business card from a guy who designs business cards. check out yakstub.com
3. A hole. just found it.

Welp, that's all from me. Have a great day, and God bless.

Things I'm Excited about.

2009-01-05T21:31:00.000-08:00

I'm a little discouraged, so i thought i'd focus on the positive. :)

1. Chasing Cadence is playing winter camp for 168. Super excited about this. i can't wait to see these guys.

interuption: i just saw a commercial for "I Can Only Imagine Deluxe Edition". a couple of songs were, "Thy Word" "Butterfly Kisses" and "I Can Only Imagine". This 90's style cheesy commercial aired on ESPN. Makes me ask myself, "Is Jesus a dorky brand?"

2. My new Roommates. Jared, Josh and Primo.
a. Jared - Seminary guy. good friend. better example.
b. Josh - Post Highschool guy. video editor. pretty quiet.
c. Primo - Editor for local newspaper. Really knowledgeable about everything on CNN.

3. Being a College Grad. No more studies. nuf said.

4. My awesome 5day trip to Colorado with Julie. I couldn't ask for a better trip or better people in my life. Thank you Jesus.

5. Cheap pickins on After Christmas Goodies. i love cheap cookies, panetonie, stolen, ect...

6. ESPN and Free Internet Poker. Good entertainment.

Balance Beam

2009-01-05T10:46:00.000-08:00

A convicting illustration by Francis Chan. Love this guy. Thanks for the link, Jared.

Resolution

2009-01-02T11:44:00.000-08:00

My Christian experience has been well guarded in the last year. Propped up by Christian community at TMC, and will soon be legitimized. We all know its easy to be a Christian when everyone around you is walking and talking Jesus too. The props have been removed. No more TMC—Less Christian community and more secular influence. Over the last year, i have found myself less and less involved and in love with the Church. This is pretty involved... i won't go too in-depth, but know that it has to do with my neurotic heart, my unbelief, and my criticism. I have delighted in achieving believer's doubt. I am ambitious to avoid the mass of American Christian hypocrisy.
I want to avoid sermonizing over this issue, but it seems to me there are few authentic believers. I am convinced the only thing worth losing your life over is the gospel. No war, political tie, social movement, or family connection is worth more than the blood of our savior. Wouldn’t it be obvious if Christians believed in losing their lives for the passions of the Cross?

My dear friends, cast your burdens on Christ. He will bring blood to your stony heart. He calls you his brother, and wants to open a room in his house for you. Embrace his community before you seek to find a home on the earth. It’s better with Jesus—better is one day in his courts, Better is one day in his house.

Beach and Tow Trucks

2008-05-05T00:06:00.000-07:00

Saturday was Hotchkiss' dorm "luau" at Dockwiler beach, snuggled between LAX and the pacific ocean. About fifty people showed up, and i brought Joey Veloz, a friend from Ibex, as a special guest. We played games, had a sand-hotchkiss building competition, and wrapped up the night with a great bon-fire, complete with spirit filled worship by guitar completed by s'mores. About halfway through the evening, while i was busy building Hotchkiss' stairways out of wet California sand, Betsy Revely started screaming that the police were towing cars up by the road. dashing to my back pack, i grabbed my keys and my wallet and ran across the beach, and up the cliff twords the tow-trucks. during my climb up the hill, i was shocked to see three tow-trucks seize well-parked private property. Upon jumping in my car, and turning the key of my '96 Ford Taurus, i read the radio clock at 6:03 PM. apparently the cops had a different interpretation of the parking sign than most of the people parked by the road, as the sign read "NO PARKING 10 PM TO 6 AM". whatever the cause for the car impounding, i'm glad mine wasn't towed. Praise the Lord.

HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF

2008-01-07T10:15:00.000-08:00

Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies
Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."
If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.
Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.
Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."
Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."
Practice making fax and modem noises.
Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.
Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.
Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."
Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.
Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."
Staple pages in the middle of the page.
Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.
Honk and wave to strangers.
Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.
TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
type only in lowercase.
dont use any punctuation either
Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.
Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.
"DO YOU HEAR THAT?"
"What?"
"Never mind, it's gone now."
As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.
Ask people what gender they are.
While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.
Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
Sing along at the opera.
Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."

If you don't laugh at 28, you lost your funny bone. Go find it.

thanks to: http://artlung.com/smorgasborg/how_to_tick_people_off.shtml

Shalom,
JLAFF

Reflections on Israel; Number One: A lesson

2007-12-20T17:17:00.000-08:00

First, an apology to my readers. i have failed to post on here for a while due to the hectic schedule i have kept during the last days of IBEX. so, to catch up, i will write a series of reflections.

What did I learn in Isreal? Was it a simple passing of the time in a foreign land where no one spoke my native tongue? I sure hope i didn't pay for that... i can't afford that luxury. Instead i have learned many things. May I never forget the many and sundry things the Lord, Yeshua HaMeshiah, (“Jesus the Messiah” in Hebrew) taught me while there.

The lesson of inestimable value I was taught was prayer. In my devotional life, I found myself describing God the same ways, or with the same language I have always used, but much to my dismay, I did not feel like I was describing God. One Tuesday morning it suddenly dawned on me that I was not describing God, but how I experienced God at home. On the same hand of this realization, I found that I did not have the words to describe how God is. Was it for a sudden lack of vocabulary? No, but simply because God was no longer working the same ways within me. You see, the effect of being uprooted from America and transplanted in Israel for a short time caused me to lose all my ministries: skid row, dorm life, church ministries… ect—Ministries I love! Since I no longer had these ministries in hand, I was forced to feel for new ministries while I was in Israel. Therefore, I could no longer use the same language to praise Him. Praise the Lord! I cannot tell you how being forced out of routine prayers has blessed me. How redundant and bland my former manner of prayer seems! I also realized I need to praise God, not for how I perceive Him, but for how He perceives Himself. This seems so basic, but I found my perceptions of Him through the lens of my feelings. This taints any pure knowledge of who he is. When I would pray for comfort, I would actually be praying to feel comfortable. When I would pray for strength, I would actually be praying to feel brave. When I did not feel strong, confident, brave, comfortable, or loved, I felt my prayers were unanswered. This is an easy mistake. It is oh, so easy to forget to praise God for who he is and “praise” him for who you feel He is. True praise only exists when it is based on an accurate understanding of who He is rather than a clear perception of who I feel He is.

In Christ,

~John Lafferty

The Biblical Negev Trip

2007-10-29T10:52:00.000-07:00

Day One: A cold Beersheva
Life in the biblical Negev is a daunting task. In this hot and arid climate, the children of Israel wandered forty years as nomads. We spent only a fraction of that time there, but after all the hiking we did, I was ready to head back to greener pastures at the Moshav.
Once we left the Moshav on Wednesday morning, I knew we were in for it. Bill started out by talking about how all who believe are in the father are Abraham’s children through faith. I started thinking about Abraham’s life. He never had it easy. He was a nomad from a foreign land who believed in an unknown God and spent his days wandering the wilderness waiting for his promised blessings. What a life. Deep down, I knew that this trip would not be complete without a feeling of uncertainty of what the next day would hold, because this was the experience of the Israeli children, and all who settle the Negev. The arid climate lends itself to frequent drought, and livestock, vegetation and mankind all depend on consistent provision from heaven for daily provision. This was the reason God tested the Israelite children with the manna. He wanted to remind them that he gives them life everyday, and in no way are they independent from him. Here in the Negev, life is uncertain and risky; you might be able to make it or you might not. Dangling by a thread, life is hanging in the balance and everything is at stake. In order to settle and make cities here, you need your own water supplies because the springs are not enough. Cisterns must supply the needs for the people, and the only way to supply water for the cisterns is from the sky which falls at a rate of about 12 inches a year. Therefore, God directly gives and takes life by his infinitely powerful unseen hand.
Our first stop was Be’er Sheva. Traditionally known as the southern boundary of the promised land which is “from Dan to Be’er Sheva.” Acting as a southern boundary and buffer for both the Edomites to the east and Egyptians to the south, Be’er Sheva was an essential military point as well as a successful commercial hub. We were able to see our first ancient Israeli alter here, an “altar of earth”, (Exodus 20:24) hewn from stone with prominent horns on the four corners. The horns on the altar are symbolic of power and forgiveness: Power because they are a sign of bulls’ horns-a mighty weapon, and forgiveness because of the tradition of grabbing the horns as an act of repentance and contrition from unintentional sin. During the time of the transition of power in Jerusalem from David to Solomon, two men sought forgiveness by taking hold of the horns of the altar; Adonijah and Joab. Solomon spared Adonijah from harm, but he took the life of Joab. The altar itself is rhombus shaped; five cubits deep by five cubits wide by three cubits high. The altar located in the Solomonic temple was extra large; twenty cubits wide by twenty cubits deep by thirty cubits high. The altar at Be’er Sheva was much smaller, only five cubits wide by five cubits deep by three cubits high. The altar here was destroyed by Hezekiah and again by Josiah, as the Bible records the account of the decimation of Israeli high places. The origin of the name of Be’er Sheva is an interesting story. It was occupied during the time of Abraham by Canaanite inhabitants. In Genesis 21:22ff, Abraham bartered with Abimelek for the rights to the well at Be’er Sheva, and names it after his oath, “Be’er Sheva”, or oath of the seven. In Genesis 26, Isaac reconfirms the name Be’er Sheva. Genesis 46 records God’s promise to give the land of Israel to Joseph at Be’er Sheva.
At our next stop in Arad, I was amazed that it was such a large city. During Canaanite time, as the Israelites came upon the city and tried to take it after God had already closed entrance into the promised land. Moses did not accompany the attacking force, and they failed miserably as they were soundly defeated. They were not quite so unsuccessful forty years later when they left the wilderness and launched a revenge raid on Arad and smashed it to pieces. It is important to recognize that Arad was only inhabited during the early bronze age and the iron age. There was a large citadel with an altar here, another Israelite high place from the period of the southern kings of Israel. It is recorded in I Kings that neither Asa, Jehosophat, nor Jehoash rid the land of high places. This high place in Arad was probably noted as one of those high places devoted to the worship of YHWH, because the worshipers had erected Matze Bote, which were standing stones dedicated to YHWH. One other important contribution to archeology is a house structure found here identified as Canaanite, which has acquired the name, “arad house.” The pattern for this house is commonly found throughout the land, and was first found in Arad.
From Arad, we had a brief visit to Kibbutz Sde Boker, “field of the cowboy”, the retirement home of David Ben Gurion, the first and third prime minister of Israel. Ben Gurion had a firm belief that whoever settles the Negev will inherit the land, and as an affirmation of this conviction, he moved out to the Kibbutz and began to work in the fields with the young men, and he only brought five thousand of his favorite books. An interesting fact: Ben Gurion was afraid of becoming senile in his old age, so to stop his brain from deteriorating he would stand on his head for at least thirty minutes a day in order to supply it with enough blood supply. The house was small and modest, set in the middle of the rural Kibbutz.
After Sde Boker, we went on a hike of the Nahal Zin. The Zin wilderness is a vast expanse in southern Israel that covers a large portion of the Negev. It was a beautiful hike down through the deep nahal canyon. After a long drive into the canyon, we hiked up wadi Zin until the trail turned sharply up the canyon wall and criss-crossed up the side of the nahal.
After the long hike, all of us Ibexers were tired from the long day and more than happy to stop and enjoy the sunset at the top of the nahal at the youth hostel Mactesh Ramon. Before turning in for the night, we had a chapel meeting in the cliff outside the hostel-a moment I will never forget. It was late at night and the almost full moon lit the landscape with deep hues of grey. Simply Beautiful.
Day Two: “Viva Las Eilat”
As the day began, I realized it was not going to be very academic in nature, so a brief overview will do. We visited the Red canyon and the potty wadi which resembled in many aspects much of Arizona, except for the Ibex roaming the hills. Then, we went to Eilat, and I ate some Pizza Hut pizza. It was the closest I have come to home since I’ve been abroad. Eilat is the cleanest city in Israel, and must be because it is such a large tourist trap. Modernly, it is Israel’s Las Vegas. The neon appeal of the city and the coral reef enhance the visitor’s attraction. The reef is the northernmost reef in the world, and located conveniently on the shore. I saw many fish I’ve never seen in the wild before, including the alluring lion fish, the creepy moray eel, and the Technicolor parrotfish. The water was warm enough that we didn’t need to bother with wet suits even though I was submerged for approximately two hours. If you do the math, that’s enough time to get really pruny. From the beach we toured the Eilat Stone Shop, a show room for precious and semi-precious stones. Although gimmicky, this stop was educational. I appreciated it because Israel trades the largest volume of diamonds in the world, so getting into it an Israeli diamond shop fulfilled the requirement.
Day Three: Flat tires and Hyenas
After an early breakfast, we departed for the National park at Timnah. The ancient Egyptian mining shafts are located here because they wanted to draw the large amounts of copper out of the hills. Here we faced our first traveling stall. Our bus lost it’s front left tire, and we were forced to wait at the park until help came. To use the time productively, Bill led an Ibex first, a two mile hike around the park. This was the hardest hike I have ever been on. It consisted of a gradual climb up a ridge for the first half of the hike, and then a steep ascent to the summit, followed by a steep descent with slippery rocks that made for an interesting descent. After the hike and bus repair, we toured the Hai bar predator zoo. Here they had a plethora of animals; from hyenas to snakes to ostriches to porcupines. Then we drove to Masada, and on the way we stopped for coffee at Café Aroma, a nice treat. Upon a late arrival at Masada youth hostel, we had dinner and then had chapel out on the Dead Sea marl. The full moon lit up the white sand landscape and made for a picturesque evening chapel.
Day Four: I Hiked Masada
I woke up at the crack of dawn, five o’clock to be precise, to hike up Masada. Masada is a hilltop fortress that was the final hold out of the Jewish people in the revolt of 70 A.D. the Romans finally took Masada after a three year siege. First they built a wall surrounding the large hill to keep the Jews inside from escaping and Jews without coming into Masada. The hill is 300 meters high, (900ft “ish”) and has a flat plateau on top. During the Jewish resistance, almost one thousand Jews sought refuge here. It was breathtaking to see the second stage of the roman siege; a large earthen ram that led all the way from the ground to the wall on top of the hill.
Next, we visited Qumran, home of the caves that held the Dead Sea scrolls for almost two thousand years on the bank of the Dead Sea. These caves were located approximately 200-300 feet up the side of the cliff. We visited cave one where the initial find was made. In these caves, 13 caves total, is a portion of every book in the Bible except for Ester, and there was also secretarian and Apocryphal literature.
Once we left Qumran, we made an unsuccessful attempt to visit Nahal Parat, Jeremiah’s home town. After this long trip, we made sure to stop at Yad HaShmonah, my Israeli residence, and I made sure to go to bed early. You should do the same. I will not forget this trip for the length of my days. The Negev as a whole is unrelentingly rugged. The mysterious Dead Sea and the Edomite hills that form the eastern boundary and the Egyptian Sinai wilderness forms the western border with the gulf of Eilat inbetween. An individual would not survive here, only a community that understand the source of the blessings needed to supply life.

The Great Galilee Fieldtrip

2007-10-19T02:41:00.000-07:00

So far, we have only seen the middle section of the Israeli state. In both geography and climate it is fairly consistent or monolithic. Rocky hills with short trees and scattered underbrush gives way to a barren rocky land on the eastern slope. Samaria, on the other hand, contains wider valleys, smoother slopes, and more fertile pastures-a more gentile and varied landscape over all.

Day One: The Jezreel valley and Nazareth

The morning of the first day covered familiar ground quickly in order to proceed to the unexplored region of the Northern Tribes, within an hour we were already up the international highway in the seaside plane to the northern entrance to the Jezreel valley, the Megiddo pass. There are three north-south passes through the Mount Carmel hill country: Jokneam, Megiddo, and Kishon. In 1468, Thutmose III, Pharaoh of Egypt, came against the Canaanite kings by way of the sea. When he reached Mount Carmel, his advisors told him not to take the Megiddo pass. They counseled him saying that the Megiddo pass is the most direct, but also the narrowest; we will surely die. The Pharaoh did not listen to the voices of his advisers but instead sent small battalions up the Jokneam and Kishon passes to draw away Canaanite attention from the main force headed straight up the middle pass, straight to Megiddo and crushed the Canaanite forces there. The Middle-bronze era Canaanite city had a three chamber gate to stall invaders, and this may be the attribute Thutmose III is talking about when he said, “Capturing Megiddo is as capturing 1000 cities.” Megiddo is strategic along the coastal highway. Solomon fortified it as one of the three major cities during his dominion of Mesopotamia, the others being Hazor and Gezer. With these cities along the major trade routes, he was able to tax both local and international commerce. (I Kings 9:15, 16) Megiddo’s north-western view overlooks the Jezreel valley, Mt. Gilboa, the Harod valley, Mt. Moreh, Mt. Tabor, and the Nazareth ridge. This view is indicative of the dominion of Megiddo at the base of the great trunk route which leads through Jezreel past the Sea of Galilee and up to Hazor. Megiddo’s arms stretch out over these lands.

We stopped at a rolling stone tomb circa 135 AD. This tomb was carved out of soft limestone, and used after the Jewish revolt in 132. It would be similar to the Tomb in which Jesus was buried.

Next, we stopped at Mount Carmel, which is renowned for its lush, fertile beauty.

Elijah had a stand off with the prophets of Baal here. (I Kings 17-18) He challenged the prophets of Baal to call down fire from the heavens to burn up a sacrifice on the altar. This was to prove once and for all that Baal was the true God, but once they quit, Elijah took his turn and called down fire from God and burned up the sacrifice. He then pursued the Priests of Baal and struck down 450 prophets.

We then went to the Harod spring. This is the place Gideon chose his men. I dropped my Bible in the spring. Maybe I am ready for battle, huh?

Day Two: I live by the sea in a land called Galilee

We started out the day at Kefar Cana, just outside Nazareth. Here Jesus performed his first miracle by turning water into wine. We visited a Greek Orthodox Church at the traditional site of this miracle. (John 2:1-11) It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and the church bells tolled beautifully. We also had a little wine there to really get the “feeling” of the site.

Our next stop was Sephoras or “bird”. It was the capitol of Galilee during Jesus’ childhood and the only other significant fact is that the Mishnah was codified there by Judah the prince.

From there we traveled to Zippori, quite a beautiful National park with many large mosaics which many scenes. Some contained up to 1.5 million tiles of 23 colors. A scene of the worship of Dionysus the roman god of drunkenness where many young men we depicted dancing with centaurs and drinking wine. Another scene was a Nile hunting party where men hunted down creatures of all sorts and sizes. This city was probably the center of Dionysus worship, and was also directly across from Cana where Jesus turned the water into wine; a direct confrontation and defeat to the Dionysian cult. Zippori is also known for making peace with the Romans when the rest of Israel stood against oppression. This could explain why the remains of the Jewish synagogue contains not only Jewish symbols but also signs of the zodiac. Jewish syncretism weakened or at least contributed to the Jewish bending the Roman will.

We then had lunch in the Jezreel valley at McDonalds in the Golani Junction, and after lunch, we went straight to the Arbel cliff where we surveyed the Sea of Galilee for the first time. Jesus completed 80% of his life’s work here, so the view was breathtaking. Arbel is not recorded in the accounts in the scriptures, but Jesus probably saw this great view more than once. Arbel is directly above Tiberius, the only major city on the lake today and in Jesus’ time. We spent some quality time on the top of the cliff just surveying the Galilean scene. What a wonder to think that I could see all those places Jesus walked, talked, preached, healed, and slept. I was also similarly grieved when a large group of Mormons joined our group on the top of the cliff. I was wondering why they were there. Why do you have to come to Israel with your false teachings? Why does God, who is glorified in our worship, allow such blasphemous doctrines to go on unvindicated? The reason they were there was simple. They don’t have an AmeriBEX to study. There is no evidence in America to back up their beliefs. It is an unfortunate ruse, a hoax. No amount of imagination can bring them to the reality of God like Israel, the Holy Land. After some musing about Christ’s life and ministry here, we took a route down the cliff on foot. It wasn’t a hard hike as it was all downhill, Bill’s favorite. There were caves galore carved into the rock face. Hasmonean resistors hid from the Romans in these caves, and the Romans would try to kill them any way possible, but it was difficult, because they were hidden in the crags. The Romans came up with a system of smoking out the caves. They would lower one man down from the top of the cliff with a torch, and he would throw it into the mouth of a cave, and when the Jewish occupants would try to throw the torch out, he would shoot them with arrows. I had an opportunity to climb up into these caves and the only thing I saw there was evidence of pigeon and goat occupation, if you catch my “draft”. After we finished the hike, we got back on the bus and finished the day at our new home: En Gev Kibbutz Resort and Holiday. We had nice little cabins directly on the Galilee beachfront. It was a very nice Kibbutz, very good food, facilities and perfect location on the Sea. I don’t want to give the wrong impression, I love life on the Moshav, but it was much nicer there. We played games in the surf until well past sundown when dinner was served in the cafeteria. The climate at the Sea was almost tropical. Banana trees and Date palms were common there and it was very humid by the Sea because the Sea of Galilee sits in a bowl, 700 feet below sea level.

Day Three: River Rats

Early the first morning at Galilee, Matt, Theo and I rose before the sun to watch it come up over the Golan Heights. It was quite a remarkable sight. I read Psalm 22, and when I read verse 22, “I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.” On that beach I thought of how David praised the Lord, and, remembering the Israeli dance I learned the week before, I began to dance there on the shore. This moment was slightly enigmatic for me because on one hand, I can’t dance and on the other hand, I don’t care, I just wish I was Jewish.

After a little breakfast, we went to the cove of the sewer between Heptapagon and Capernaum. This is a possible location for the Sermon on the Mount because of its great natural acoustics. Sound carries so well here that I could clearly hear Mike Brusuelis reading aloud almost 100 yards away!

When we arrived at the site of Capernaum we went directly into a Catholic monastery. It was built on the site of Peter’s house. There were a vast number of ruins here, including a Jewish Synagogue from the Byzantine times. The synagogue was built as a basilica facing south toward Jerusalem. Archeology used to presuppose that this synagogue was a first century building because the Byzantines would never let the Jews build a structure this grand, and because the Jews were not wealthy enough during the Byzantine period to import the white limestone used to build it. So, they dated the pottery around this area to the first century. Unfortunately, Archeology is a faulty science sometimes, and this is one of its major mistakes. After claiming this date for some time, Byzantine coins were found under the Synagogue, and the date was adjusted. In John 6, Jesus walks to Capernaum on the water from the north-west side of the Sea and explains the significance of the feeding of the five thousand to his disciples. He clarifies that when he claims to be the bread of life that he is claiming to be the ultimate sustenance for life; the living bread. This claim baffled the Jews the day before and they could not accept it. So, he takes his disciples to the other side and explains it simply.

From there, we traveled east on the shore line to the Mount of beatitudes. The Church on the top of the hill was built with a generous contribution from Mussolini, an irony I can’t quite fathom, but then again, I don’t know many power hungry men who do not use religion for power. The Sermon on the Mount is recorded twice in the gospels, once in Matthew 5-7, and again in Luke 6. Matthew gives a broad overview and Luke gives a brief synopsis. Scholars hold different opinions on where the sermon was actually given because it is necessary to harmonize the fact that Matthew says Jesus went up the mountain side and sat down and began to teach, while Luke says he went down and stood on a level place. Some scholars say these accounts are separate, and there is no need to harmonize them, because Jesus had to preach the same gospel over and over to different crowds, while still some say it is a flat place on the top of a hill, while others but the events one right after each other. I do not see that it makes much difference. All that matters is that we cherish the depth of words Matthew recorded and the breadth of words in Luke.

At Tabgha, there is another church built on a site dedicated to these words, “follow me and I will make you fishers of men.” This is also the place Jesus appeared to Peter and the disciples after the resurrection and asked him to affirm his devotion three times in John 21:15-25. He asks Peter, “Do you love me?” three times; a stroke for every denial before Christ was crucified.

From here we went to Nof Ginosar and saw a 1^st century AD boat that was dragged up from the sea bed and preserved by infusing the wood with wax.

After the 1^st century boat, we ate lunch at Tiberius. When I was done filling my belly with Pizza, we left for Et Tel known as Bethsaida. The site is inconclusive as Bethsaida because it only contains two main houses, and Bethsaida during Jesus’ time was much larger. Jesus spent lots of time in Bethsaida. He called Andrew, Peter, Philip and possibly John here (John 1), he healed a blind man (Mark 8:22-26), and he refuted the challenges of the Pharisees here.

We were able to spend the rest of the afternoon ditching out duties for inner tubes and we floated down the Jordan River. The banks are mostly overgrown, and the water is dirty, but that didn’t stop me from having a blast. The river is no wider than 30 ft across and not much deeper than 15 ft. (I used a bamboo pole to measure) The breaks in the riverside underbrush were mainly small trails or larger trails left by tank bridges. I saw a couple of these tank bridges and they are pontoons tied together and strapped to wheels left out in the open air waiting to be used again.

Day Four:

We stopped quickly at a couple locations to see the cattle of the Golan Heights, a turret from the top of a tank, and an Israeli defense station that we were not allowed to capture with our cameras. We arrived at Nimrod fortress on the southern side of Mt. Herman. (Psm 29, 133) At 9100 feet, Mt Herman towers over the Israeli valleys.

We then visited the temple of Pan, a ½ man, ½ goat god from the Roman pantheon. In Jesus’ day it would have been nestled here at the foot of Mt Herman. This is a possible location where he transfigured before Peter, James and John. (Matt 16:13-28)

From here we departed for Tel Dan. During the conquest under Joshua, the Danites failed to push the Philistines out of their allotment on the Mediterranean Sea. So, they asked Joshua if they could move to conquer fertile lands up north. From the Tel you can see Lebanon, and it is the ancient northern border, as the saying goes, “From Dan to Beersheba”. Jeroboam erected one of the high places with golden calves here when he led Israel astray from the true God. Dan is the closest landscape to western Washington. I can’t lie, the briers and greenery made me a little homesick.

We ended the day breaking into both Hazor and Chorazim. We were running well behind schedule, and Bill gave us permission to explore Hazor without any other tourists. I vote we do it that way from now on. Too bad it was our second to last field trip.

Day Eight:

At the Lower Jordan River, we stopped to see a pilgrimage destination. There were large groups of European and South American Christians coming to be baptized. The Jordan is much wider here, as it starts its decent to 1300 below sea level to end in the Dead Sea.

Beth Shan was my favorite stop. It held impressive roman ruins. A large theatre, largest Byzantine road I have ever seen, and many buildings line valley below the Canaanite Tel Beth Shan. On the top of the Tel, you can see all the way to Jericho if you have a clear view. Saul’s body was hung on the city walls here after he was defeated on Mt. Gilboa. The men from Jabesh Gilead came to retrieve his body from the Philistines.

I learned more about Jesus’ life this week. I walked in his sandals and saw the home of his disciples. I tasted the water of the Sea and slipped on the rocks of Arbel. I slept a night in Jesus’ hometown. This trip changed my life.

John Piper on the Prosperity Gospel

2007-10-15T04:12:00.001-07:00

One hour short of a dozen

2007-10-04T16:29:00.000-07:00

The opening moments of a long day started out with coffee and water. Strike that, and make it a very long day. Joshua 18 sites the original Israeli capitol during Joshua’s time in Shiloh, a city in northern Ephraim. With valleys on the east and west, the city sits on the road of the patriarchs, the major inland path of commerce. The tabernacle resided here during Eli’s years of High Priesthood, but when the Israelites lost Arc of the covenant in the battle of Aphek to the Philistines, Samuel probably packed up the Tabernacle and moved it into storage for safekeeping. The tabernacle was probably located on the northern side of the city along the wall on a level area or in the middle, on the highest point of the Tel. In Judges 21, Shiloh is designated as the place where remaining Benjamites took wives from girls who were dancing during a feast.

From the Shiloh, we went to Sheckem. It is located in a wide, brown, Samarian valley, guarded on the west by two mountains: Gerazim and Ebal. Cozied in between these mountains Is a modern city, complete with a Greek Orthodox church over the well where Jesus met the Samaritan woman, (John 4:4) and an Arab refugee camp named Abab, from the Israeli nationalistic movement in 1948 or ’67. There is also a remainder of the Samaritan people who live up on mount Gerazim, one of two places they still live (the other being Tel Aviv). Shiloh is the site of covenants and convicts, testaments and treachery. It is the place where God promised Abraham his descendants would have the land of Canaan. (Gen 12:6-8) We were only privileged with a view from the top of mount Gerazim because the local populace is rather “welcoming” if you consider mines a doormat. From the summit, we read about the blessing and curses in the Mosaic covenant found in Joshua 8:30-35.

Next, we went to Aphek, which has seen better days. At the head of the Yarkon river in the coastal plain, lies ruinous footholds of a Canaanite fort, which some Turks decided would make a great site for their fort which stands, half erected today. Renamed Antipatris by Herod the great after his father, this ancient city controls roughly 2/3rds of the land’s water supply. The apostle Paul overnight here on his way to Caesarea from Jerusalem. This is also the site where the Israelite children brazenly brought the Arc of the Covenant down to help them fight the Philistines, just like they had when they began the conquest in Jericho. The main difference in these battles is they are no longer seeking and obeying The Lord God, Adonai. They lost the Arc during the battle, and it feel into Philistine hands for six months.

From the trees and breezes of Aphek to the Mediterranean sea, we arrived at Caesarea. Flashback to Acts chapter two where Peter sees the first Gentile filled with the Holy Spirit—Cornelius. It’s a fitting place for the Spirit to move among the gentiles, because it is the Las Vegas of the Israeli coastline, complete with a four thousand plus admission Amphitheatre, a hippodrome, beachside palace and a large commercial shipping port that rivaled any other major city. This was the center of near-eastern Hellenized world. Home of the Roman procurators, this Oceanside paradise feels like Miami or San Luis Obispo, clean, zesty and relaxed. The western lifestyle is centered around meaningless self-gratification in the arts, sports and academic pursuits. In this very place, Herod Agrippa I is eaten by worms before a great audience in the amphitheatre. God strikes down Herod as a sign to those who would oppose his people that even in the middle of western culture and excess, God is still in control.

This weekend...

2007-10-04T01:30:00.000-07:00

I was in the dead sea.
It is said that the Romans marveled at Palestine for three reasons:

The People who are never peaceful
The Sea where nothing sinks
The Temple that you can see from the coast

The sea where nothing sinks is a misnomer, and i didn't expect to see all the rocks floating on the surface, but i was excited to find how i could float without having 80% body fat. It is truly a self-defining experience-there is nothing else like it. The full moon added an element of poetry to the deserted landscape at 1300ft below sea level. The sea itself is so salty that it irritates your skin and burns your eyes and mouth. A thimble of this water is enough to bring a Mr. Machismo to his knees. It's more like a large body of oil than water. It saturates your skin and leaves your hair coated in a white frost. I floated out to where couldn't see the shore at night, but i could see my feet... and who knows how much deeper. The moonlight seemed to saturate the water instead of reflect it-a prism effect. such mystery was far too much for me to understand. i felt like i was losing more of the experience the longer i stayed, yet the romance of it all fascinated me and kept me longer. this conflict of will and intuition reminds me of Soteriology. That's why i call it the Dead sea. It is a natural occurrence, and even though it seems completely observable, i know my eyes are dimmed to the fullness of it's glory. It prompted a poem i wrote on the back of a paper plate:

"sight, oh sight-may i see"
the cross between you and the father
separated from the face of God
you are silent like a sheep to the slaughter
you died with your crown stained with blood
the image of God is polluted
tainted by the nails in your hands
the darkness of sin you refuted
creeps in through the spear of man
the veil between me and my savior
my dim eyes fall quickly asleep
anticipating my failure
i have a kiss and you've turned your cheek
i play the role of the serpent
the venom is your first taste of death
you embrace me, steadfast and fervent
just as you loved me before your first breath

Shalom,
John

File this under Non-fiction

2007-09-22T00:26:00.000-07:00

I have to be honest, I didn’t feel the same anticipation I once felt at the beginning of the IBEX weekly excursion. If history is an ocean, I’m up to my eyes in facts and inundated with the salty smell of the sea. But, during a stop on our fieldtrip Wednesday, I was pulled out of my daze from overexposure to history as we approached Bethlehem. During the ascent to Bethlehem, I was whisked back to childhood memories of a swaddling infant laying in a wooden manger, surrounded by family, shepherds and beast alike all waiting upon the Messiah. I even started singing, "O, Little Town of Bethlehem" conjuring up childhood memories of Nativity re-enactments with boys dressed as shepherds and wise men, and i remember the awkward realization that playing the part of Joseph means you have to hold Mary's hand, or at least that's what the old women in the church made my brother do for their pictures. (i considered the casting of Joseph for boys who don't care about cooties.) BUT Bethlehem is not and was never a landscape worthy of my childhood imagination or the flannelgraph embellishments at church. As far as i could see, Bethlehem was a dirty, poorly-constructed middle eastern town fighting through a thin facade of peace and modernity to grab at every passing tourist dollar-just like Jerusalem and Jericho. I realized i have been lied to. Whimsical notions of a picturesque Bethlehem flew in my mind like a pigeon with it's wings pinned down. People in a fairy tale don't need salvation-these people do. I was paralyzed upon realizing God took the form of man among real real real men. Bethlehem is real. Jesus came as an infant to people this city, not to a fairy-tale setting, but to a real city.

HERE LOCUST, LOCUST, LOCUST... (look at the size of this bugga')

2007-09-14T11:50:00.003-07:00

Look at the size of this bugga'. some kind of grasshopper. check out the fully equipped stinger there in the first picture. He doesn't play, succa's he doesn't play around. Would you want to pet a business bug like this? i think not. He's straight up gangsa'.

The land of Benjamin

2007-09-14T09:41:00.000-07:00

A group of young intrepid explorers dawned a new day with the exploration of the central Benjamin plateau. We left Kiriat-Jaarim at the break of dawn with buggers in our eyes and bushy tails. Our first stop consisted of a curbside excursion of the Aijalon valley. After a quick ride north, our next stop at Lower Beth Horon was not much longer, but here we had a view of the Aijalon valley where you could see the scriptural allotment borders for the tribes of Dan, Benjamin and Ephraim. After another quick ride to the Upper Beth Horon Summit, we surveyed the vibrant green Shephelah hills rolling down to the wide, fertile Mediterranean coastal plane, a distance of 10-15 miles. Here we reviewed the Israelite account where Joshua is deceived into a treaty with the Gibeonites (Joshua 5:4). Because of this treaty, the king of Jerusalem was nonplussed. He did not want the Israelites to threaten his mountain plateau, and this alliance threatened the stability of his power. For their treachery, he made plans to attack Gibeon, and the inhabitants of the city sent word to Joshua calling for assistance. Joshua and his warriors hiked all night from Gilgal and attacked the King of Jerusalem there and pursued him all the way down to the coast by the Beth Horon ridge route. The Lord caused the sun and the moon to stand still that day, and also caused hail to fall from the sky to kill Israel’s enemies, but not Israel! (Joshua 10:6) We traveled on the route Joshua and his men chased the enemy down nearly 3500 years ago. Not only did God give Joshua victory here, but He also gave Samuel, Saul, and David power to drive the Philistines down this ridge on three separate occasions by the Beth Horon ridge route. This ridge is Israel’s western gate to the international coastal highway. In his heyday, King Solomon erected three separate fortifications along this route at Gezer, Lower Beth Horon, and Upper Beth Horon because it is the most important road from the coast to Jerusalem. We then went to the modern site of Nebe Samwil, or Prophet Samuel, which is his traditional burial site. Although this is not the correct site, it is a high fortified place near Gibeon, like the one where Solomon petitions God for wisdom (I Chronicles I:I-I3) This place is Jerusalem’s guard for the upper Sorek valley. From there, we went to Hussein’s unfinished palace at Gibeah which is the Biblical site of the Gibeah town square and King Saul’s palace. Here, we talked about the Levite in Judges 19:1-30 who stops during his travels to rest for the night in the town square with his concubine and is offered a place to stay by an old Ephraimite man. The Benjamite men of the city approach the house and ask that the man be handed over to them according to their corrupt desires. Instead of the male visitor, the men hand over a virgin daughter and the concubine, of which the later is raped and killed. This incites a civil war because the other eleven tribes pursue the immoral tribe of Benjamin and kill many of it’s populace until only 600 men remain. From there we traveled to Mikmash by the Ephraim ridge to the pass at Mikmash, south of Geba. I Samuel 13:18ff records Jonathan’s victory when he climbed up the great cliff and slew the Philistines. Isaiah 10:28-32 records a geographically significant passage where it lists the towns along the Way of the Patriarchs according to modern day findings. This relevant passage proves the Biblical accounts with historical accuracy never seen before. From here on out, we explored the eastern or Jericho slope down to the Jordan rift valley. It is characterized by very rocky soil, prickly underbrush and hot conditions. Jericho is the oldest city on the face of the earth, standing for 4000 years, even though the Hasmonean/Roman cite is much younger. We had the opportunity to explore Jericho’s Tel for about an hour in the mid-afternoon sun. I swear, it felt like 150 degrees on that dirt pile, but it was worth it because I took home about 6 peaces of rim pottery shards, and a large, 4” handle of a clay pot. Archeologists use these shards to date the strata of the Tel. We then went into the modern city of Jericho for some refreshments and shade as everyone had run out of water. After a Tony Blair sighting and a couple quick camel rides, we piled back on to the Bus and headed up the Ascent of Adomiim. This ridge leads up the Wadi Quilt to Jerusalem and is the primary means of transportation from the eastern side. It is a dangerous road precariously perched on the bank of cliffs and steep ravines, yet it has been used as a highway for centuries. Stopping among the crags and rocks, Bill Schlagel read a portion of Isaiah 40:3, “Make straight the way of the Lord… every mountain shall be made low, and every valley shall be exalted.” When Christ does return, it will be with great power and authority, and it is not a stretch to think he will level these hills and come to Jerusalem in a flat plane in all his glory.

(the man, the myth, the legend, Bill Schlagel. Don't hate him because you ain't him)

2007-09-08T07:24:00.000-07:00

So, after two weeks of Israel, i would say the dominating factor, AND the surprising caveat about living on the Moshav is the food. A completely Kosher kitchen spells weight loss: N-O-T--E-A-T-I-N-G. So, today on my trip into Jerusalem for shabbat, i teamed up with a couple students, and 3 american film makers and found a non-Kosher pizza place. HOW GLORIOUS! There are some well kept personal revelations about love, life and happiness, and one of them is non-Kosher pizza: Bacon, Spicy Italian Sausage and Pepperoni covered with lots and lots of CHEESE! PTL for meat smashed with cheese! His grace is new every day!

2007-09-06T00:28:00.000-07:00

For more pics/vids of our trip, check out the ibex homepage! here's a preview. marinade in it's glory!
~Shalom
p.s. i have to make a disclaimer, i meant to say it descends 12.5 inches not feet.

Jerusalem: 3000 years old.

2007-09-05T12:26:00.000-07:00

A busy Sunday morning and the streets of Jerusalem were a buzz with excitement-quite to my surprise. I expected the usual American “Easy like Sunday morning” to be a world-wide feeling. It’s all I’ve ever known. The foreign buzz is due to the fact we made our way through the Jewish quarter first—an area that respects Sunday as the first day of the week, the workweek that is. The Jewish quarter of Jerusalem has a high level of archeological excavation, much higher than the other three, because it is the newest quarter, only dating back to 1960-70’s. This has allowed many modern archeological digs before the buildings went up. Here I came upon a section of the ruins from the old wall built during the reign of King Hezekiah around 560 B.C. It was exposed below me, in a 30’ wide chasm 20’ deep, separating modern streets. Having stood 12’ wide by 26-30’ high, it was build around the western hill to the Jaffa gate, and then took a 90 degree turn due east back to the previously fortified temple mount. Incredible. King Hezekiah built this wall with great haste in preparation for a siege by Sennacherib, King of Persia according to the Biblical account in 2 Chronicles 32:1-5. The wall was built with such great haste that the Israelites tore down newly built homes in order to make way for the wall itself. I then proceeded south on Kardo street. An ancient road built North, South by the Romans (300-500 A.D.) lined by a grand colonnade and shops on both sides. Found on this street is the oldest map of Jerusalem. Found in Mibda, it dates back to 550 A.D. and is made entirely out of mosaic tiles.

Continuing on, we passed through the Zion gate on the south-western side of Jerusalem. The name of the gate is literally, “To point” and implies God’s pointing to Jerusalem as His city. Isaiah 60:18 says, “You will call your walls salvation and your gates praise.” The prophet is believed to be talking directly about the gate here. This prophecy has not held true, because Jerusalem has been torn by war as part of God’s judgment on Israel. While we paused at the gate, we noted the scar-like pelting of bullets on the wall, and as the future met the past, a group of Israeli soldiers passed by the gate in front of us indicative of constant turmoil since Isaiah’s days.

Next stop, church of the Dormition (late 1800’s), this is the featured land mark of the western hill. The traditional site for the last supper is here, and below is the tomb of David-neither of which are verifiable, but they serve as historical tokens to the past. On a doctrinal note, the last supper intended to help the Jews understand that Jesus was the symbolic promised Passover lamb. In fact, he was saying take this bread and this cup “in remembrance of me” fulfilling the Passover, because I am the lamb that is slain! (Luke 22:7-20)

We then passed through a catholic cemetery overlooking the Hinnom valley, past some ritual baths, and to the City of David. Here we found the Step Stone Structure. It is the largest remnant of Israeli architecture, built in the late bronze era. Further down the eastern hill, Hezekiah built the water gate as a protection for the Gihon spring. We then proceeded to Warren’s shaft, which is a deep hole which could have been used by the Philistines before David’s reign to get to the Gihon spring at the bottom, mentioned in 2 Chronicles 2:30. I then went down to Hezekiah’s tunnel which was built in order to sustain Sennacherib’s second siege to hide the water source from him. Amazement grips everyone who sees it, because there is no explanation for this ancient engineering feat. Over 1700’ long and only descending 12.5” it carries water through twists and turns from the Gihon spring to the pool of Siloam inside the city. It is an engineering marvel defying explanation.

We then continued outside the city to the well of Rogon at the intersection of the Hinnom and Kidron valleys in a small Arab town. The well is significant because Solomon was anointed there, but I didn’t hear much about it because I was busy keeping the Arabian kids away from the rest of our group. We then hiked back up the valley in order to survey some Roman style graves on the side of the hill just in time to have the Islamic evening call of prayer echoing over our heads a signal to head home. My Jerusalem journey was done for the day.

Jerusalem, city of our God

2007-08-30T16:23:00.000-07:00

After an informative bus trip from the Moshav, I saw the Old City for the first time. I waited in eager anticipation of the city of the Israeli kings. Our first approach to the city brought us by way of the largest gate, Jaffa. The gate had heavy metal doors, and both the original gate, which we passed though on foot, and the modern gate which allows cars passage were larger than large. It was designed with an “L” shape bottleneck, in order to slow the advance of invaders. Once they breached the gate, they had to break rank and then turn to enter the city. What an ingenious design. Upon entering Jerusalem, the hustle of the city was overwhelmed me. Cars passed close by pedestrians in narrow streets that would only pass for a “one way” in the States. The transportation situation seemed insufficient to support the size of the teeming population, but here, it works. The first place the group went was the Citadel of David. As soon as I arrived at the top, I took in my first view of the Dome of the Rock. I was astounded. “Jesus loved this city enough to die here, and yet that temple stands in defiance to all of God’s people as a desecration of such a Holy site,” I thought to myself. The Citadel itself left me speechless. As part of the city walls, it guards the Jaffa gate, and is the largest structure in the city. I was even more amazed to learn that this citadel is the only one remaining tower of the original three. How grand these bombards and walls must have been before Rome tore them down.

Next stop, Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Frenzy gripped my body and my heart was a humming bird as I strode pace by pace down narrow, crowded, dingy, stone streets lined with merchant shops leading to the site, and as my mind raced with thoughts of Jesus’ burial, I was soon caught off guard by the smell of tobacco and the shop keeper’s raised voices. This was not the Jerusalem I imagined. I thought of streets wide enough for royal chariots to pass though and turn around in. I thought of regal foreign dignitaries like the Queen of Sheba parading down wide avenues painted by Thomas Kinkade. I never thought that on the triumphal entry, one palm branch would be long enough to lay from one side of the street to the other. Such notions were quickly cleared from my head as I realized keeping up with the group was more important than philosophizing. The Church of the Holy Sepulcher was under construction, and the main tower was walled by scaffolding from top to bottom. On the inside, it felt like an ordinary castle, but it was built over the rock quarry Jesus was said to be crucified on. Even a little bit of the rock stuck through the floor on the second story. The decorations inside were gaudy and priceless. The image of Jesus wearing flashy silver garments in a glorified state hung over the place of the rock outcropping. The tomb itself was less appealing. It was housed in a brown cottage within the church, and about it there was a year round candle light vigil which is reported to start every year with the head Orthodox Priest going into the “cottage” and coming out with a candle “miraculously lit.” I have a healthy skepticism for such pomp and circumstance, seeing that most church traditions are much less valuable than vaunted.

Next we went to Shabaan’s, a local shop owner and money changer where I had a free drink and picked up 325 shekels for $80 approximately a 4.06% rate, but in order to get there, we had to pass from the Jewish quarter to the Muslim quarter. I immediately noticed the difference of the head coverings, skin tone and pressure of the men soliciting me for my American tourist dollars. We walked past more Hookah pipes and raw meat hanging in the open air then I have ever seen and we also passed by three old men playing dominos in the street. I hope I have given the impression this quarter is far different than the first. From Shabaan’s we left the city headed out the northern Damascus gate, where we stopped and noted the modern arched gate entryway is built above the antiquated arched gate entryways. We then saw the protestant version of Christ’s burial called the garden tomb, which failed to really grab my attention.

We then walked outside the city walls around the north-eastern corner to St. Steven’s/the lion’s gate. We entered here and explored the pools at Bethesda where Jesus healed the paralytic man. These ancient water storage facilities were fed by the aqueducts, and were at least 40 feet deep and 200 yards long, and dated back to well before Christ. We also entered St. Anne’s church and sang hymns, which was a refreshing time of worship. Afterwards, we walked back out of St. Stephen’s/ Lion’s gate and around the South-eastern side of Jerusalem through a Muslim grave yard overlooking the Garden of Gethsemane, which is now marked by a roman-catholic church. We continued on until we came back into the city through the southern dung gate which was built for Muslims because it is very close to the Dome of the Rock, but I wasn’t very interested in it. I fixed my eyes on the western wall of the temple, where the segregated Jewish men and women were praying, and some no doubt still looking for their messiah earnestly. Oh Lord, may you come quickly, like a thief in the night and give your people back their rightful land. You are praised forever in allowing this desecration even though I don’t understand it.

From here we moved with god speed out of the city to catch our waiting buss back to the Moshav. Exhausted from a long day of walking in the Israeli 105 degree sun, I slept on the way back home.

Today is a busy word

2007-08-29T11:45:00.000-07:00

I wish i had time to post in appropriate length for all that i have learned the last two days, but school has taken me from it. here are some highlights:

syllabus shock for the first time in 4 yrs.
7 hr tour of the Old city

a 10 year old boy walking with his mom on the moshav without pants... it's a different culture down here.
Olive battle at the office with Matt D, Steve C, Theo L, and Garret M... with the occasional pomegranate and almond hurled at your face.
A 10 minute walk to the corner gas station to find it was Elvis themed. AMAZING!!!

8 hours of class today, and i started my Hebrew class last. as if a new language wouldn't be hard enough when i'm wide awake.

quote of the day complements of Steve C, "I will find a chameleon and train it to emasculate you while you sleep."

Israel... for reals.

2007-08-27T07:00:00.000-07:00

(Room 31; Me, Matt, and Theo)

Hello and Shalom,
What can i say? in my first international experience, and i just spent an entire day pinned to my seat as i crossed the atlantic. I have felt nothing like the thickness of the air upon arrival in Tel Aviv, saturated with a richness of humidity, unknown pollen and ancient mysticism. I'm here to search the purpose of God coming to earth. I hope to find more and more evidences of a my living God through Biblical community, Jewish thought and culture, both modern and ancient, and the land He calls Holy. Even as i sit here in front of my compy, i feel pinned to my seat, like a dense, weighty mass firmly holds me here and serves as a directing force as i continue to eat, study, and travel. i cannot help but eagerly anticipate where this pinning brings me next. Anticipation also grows steadily in the group of 38 American students nestled here at in the corner of Judah, Dan, and Benjamin at Moshav Yad HaShmonah. Tonight, sleep and rest like it's the first time. Tomorrow, Jerusalem and Money exchangers for the first time.
Shalom,
~John
(Tomorrow... i'm talking about the food here... get ready by taking some pepto-bismol. j/k lol)

Starting up agains...

2007-08-17T12:09:00.000-07:00

Hello good friends!
Let's say you find yourself thinking, "long time no post, John." well, do i have some news for you. i've been too busy to write much of anything at all this summer. between working 45-50 hrs/wk, delivering concrete form panels and accessories, and interning at Tabernacle Baptist Church in Shoreline, i was the conductor of the crazy train. It was the greatest of summers though. i learned, received, and gave much. The biggest lesson God saw fit to teach me was to rely on supernatural spiritual strength instead of my own. more on summer lessons to follow...
The week after summer, i had a vacation with my great friends, Chasing Cadence, up at Hume Lake Christian Camp. It was face rocking action! They have released their freshman project, "Awake, O Sleeper" while spending the summer playing up at Hume Lake. Here is a video of the band...

Some Pics of the show...

After i spent the week up at Hume with the guys, i went on a 9 mile hike to Misty falls up King's Canyon, which just happens to be the deepest canyon in the US. I went with David Z, and Katie and Julie S, and a bunch of new friends from the Hume lake staff. We primarily hiked along the King's river through King's Oak tree glades and granite rock outcroppings in the . It took about 6 hours round trip with a couple of stops; a lunch break, and swimming in the river a couple of times along the way. During the hike, we saw an adolescent rattle snake surprise a passing hiker coming down the trail, and luckily for him, the rattlesnake missed it's strike. We also saw an adolescent bear (black bear?) at the falls hanging out, harassing hikers, and trying to steal food. One time the bear even got into a pack someone left lying out... jackpot! He was a fairly tame little guy... about 5 ft tall on his hind legs. After a short dip in the water fall, i was wading out of the river next to a large 15' tall boulder, and as i turned the corner to exit the water, i saw the bear about eye level, only five feet away, staring right at me. after a brief startle, i decided that i was more comfortable with God's wild creation about 20' away from me. So, i paced backwards into the river and found another way out.
Here are some pics of the hike...

I am excited beyond belief about leaving for Israel in eight days. i am enrolled in the IBEX program at Masters, and i will be in the Holy Land for 14 weeks to study the land and the Bible. hope to post regularly about my travels and experiences in Israel. Until then, Shalom
~John L

Cute Kiddos

2007-05-05T22:25:00.000-07:00

Maybe i've been a little heavy on the video side of things lately, but the cuteness factor of these African kids breaks my heart. It makes me want to adopt one right now. Josh Groban sings "You Raise Me UP" on the Ellen show.

Mute Math: Myspace Universe Transformed Everything. Made Adolescents Turn Heads.

2007-05-01T15:34:00.000-07:00

Beyond description and genre, Mute Math is New Orleans' premiere musical force that defied convention and gave the kids the kind of internet content they were looking for. Paul Meany (lead vocals, synth, keytar and has always been an innovative and enthusiastic artist, but in 2005, when the his record label wouldn't put out his new cd, he decided to do it himself. The band hit the road without brakes; (except the broke many keytars.) selling their LP at every stop from off the bus. this wasn't enough. every band sells their own music. Enter MySpace. Mute Math started posting live performances, and group interviews on the daily to publicize their new CD release. Soon their show antics made it on the web, and as we know now, you can't keep a band down that disassembles the drum set and still keeps the beat, literally. they rip apart the stage: smash the lights with the keytar, kick the crash cymbal, beat the guitar with a mallet, handstand on your Rhodes in a frenzy of indie dance/jive. "What inspires you to write your music?" I asked Paul Meany and Darren King (drummer) after they played a nationally syndicated live performance on the Jimmy Kimmel show. "We think of things people haven't done, and then we do them." So, if you haven't heard of them yet, here they are now, doing some things no one has done with a forthcoming concept music video, "Typical".

Mark Driscol: Admonition of the Church Planter

2007-04-30T18:46:00.000-07:00

Mark Driscol, the preacher/pastor at Mars Hill Church offers a relevantly solid approach to American Church planting. Warning: strong admonition disguised as humor.

BEHOLD, MY NEW FAVORITE WORD

2007-04-26T12:33:00.000-07:00

I'm kinda a word nerd. i appreciate wordsleuthery. that was not a word. but this is, and it also has a couple examples of it's usage.

malapropism \mal-uh-PROP-iz-uhm\, noun:
The usually unintentionally humorous misuse of a word, especially by confusion with one of similar sound; also, an example of such misuse.

At 15, Rachel, the whiny would-be beauty queen who "cares for naught but appearances," can think only of what she misses: the five-day deodorant pads she forgot to bring, flush toilets, machine-washed clothes and other things, as she says with her willful gift for malapropism, that she has taken "for granite."
-- Michiko Kakutani, "The Poisonwood Bible': A Family a Heart of Darkness", New York Times, October 16, 1998

He also had, as a former colleague puts it, "a photogenic memory"--a malapropism that captures his gift for the social side of life, his Clintonian ability to remember names of countless people he has met only briefly.
-- Eric Pooley and S.C. Gwynne, "How George Got His Groove", Time, June 21, 1999

I am the terror that flaps in the night, i am the barf bag that will not inflate...

2007-04-25T08:52:00.000-07:00

Here's what i'm into. waisting my time...

Aftermath of Acedemic Activities

2007-04-24T02:34:00.000-07:00

(INSERT CUTE PICTURE HERE)
Spring party exceeded my hopes, of course let's just say i had reasonable doubts as to the validity of hoping for much... i still don' think it was worth $50, but i would do it all again in an instant. Lakes played a nice set, but it was kinda awkward, b/c there was a strict "he who shuffles rides the bus home" policy in force. in getting dressed, i was encouraged by my own vanity to attempt a modern/semi-formal look with the imprinted t-shirt and the oxford shirt with a black jacket (not in picture). not completely sure if i pulled it off. (get it?) Julie sported the always fashionable little black dress with flip-flops. She said the girls in the dorm gave her a lot of flack for her choice in foot coverings, but she wanted to be comfortable. Props, Jules, props. Don't the the Man get you down. As i already alluded, Julie Stilson was my date, and we hung out with her roommate Christina with boyfriend Nick, along with Jared, (HLF RA) and his g/f Holly. As i sit here in my bed at 2:45AM, a significant memory is the Koi fish pond which had an extravagant 8ft waterfall, and yet maintained a eerily-placid water surface. Welcome to creepyville, population: fish

A SOUTHERN SALSA WITH THE GRIMM REAPER

2007-04-24T02:30:00.000-07:00

I try to write songs... here's one.

A SOUTHERN SALSA WITH THE GRIMM REAPER
threw you away
to make sure you meant more to me
dismantling my dreams
to find the value of the individual pieces
i covered them up
with the dirt of the cemetery
i waited for days

sun and the water and the fertilizer
wind and the rain and the dark horizon
the fullest moon and the coldest dew
when the sun rose up i was looking at you
i grabbed you by the bulb and cut away your roots
i never shoulda, never coulda, neveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer knew.

i ran backwards then
to keep the sandstorm from my eyes
my only friend
was wearing the horns of the devil's disguise
i took my time
trigger, trigger, finger, finger didn't agree
i shot him in the eye

CHO:

breathing so hard
that the wind couldn't touch me
dodged every drop
of the rain from the angry sky
felt a cold hand
on my shoulder and i stopped on a dime
Grimm reaper said, "boy it's your time"

CHO:

i kept my smile
i relaxed and i kept my cool
pulled back my hair
i said, Grimm, don't be a fool.
i never died
that girl didn't break my heart
she never loved me from the start

sun and the water and the fertilizer
wind and the rain and the dark horizon
the fullest moon and the coldest dew
when the sun rose up i was looking at you
i grabbed you by the bulb and cut away your roots
i never shoulda, never coulda, never knew it was my heart
it was my heart, it was my heart
it was my heart, it was my heart
that girl never stole my heart

Spring Partay

2007-04-20T12:06:00.000-07:00

Tonight is Spring party here at TMC. i'm not big on scholastic get togethers. but tonight will be chill. it's a nice venue and we'll be eating a great meal from what i hear. honestly, i dont really know what to expect. I do know Lakes will be there. the band formerly known as Watashi Wa, and Eager Seas. that'll be tight. really tight.

Concerts, concerts, concerts.

2007-04-16T12:31:00.000-07:00

I've been attending shows quite frequently as of late. it's my newest addiction. It's a good thing for it too, because i spent the first two months here at school with less than a dollar in my checking account. (but i payed all my bills and i got to go home for spring break, praise God) In the last 2 weeks, i've seen some of my favorite bands: Switchfoot, Mae, Copeland, and Relient K.

On march 30th, my alibi is the Swithfoot show. As most college kids agree, company at the show is almost if not more important than the show itself, and for this reason this was the most fun i've ever had at a show, ever. did i say ever? cause i meant it. I went with David Zimmer, Stephen Folden and Ryan Patterson. great guys, great show.

last friday, i went to the Relient K show for Jeff Sojka's 16th Birthday with his bro/sis Trevor and Alli, cousin Cameron, and Kyle Ardovanis. During the middle of the set, RelientK chilled out and brought out and had Ethan Luck (guitarist from OC Supertones RIP) play the slide guitar for an acoustic cover of Weezer's "Surf Wax America". That was the highlight of the show.

A passing thought--I got deja vu chills while i was standing outiside the Avalon, right before the concert b/c Kyle Ardo told me it was his first rock show. The reason being that the first conversation i ever had with his dad, Pastor Ardovanis (who is the preacher/teacher at my church, Placerita Baptist Church) which was way back when he was speaking at Camp Gilead during the summer of '05, was about our mutual love for "Sadie Hawkins Dance".

Quote of the Day
"My wife has a open mind and a closed fist." -Alex Granados, Director of Church and Urban Ministries, when asked if he was going to take a date to Spring Party

Valhalla,
~John

Testimony

2007-04-10T13:10:00.000-07:00

I was born and raised on the eastside of Seattle, Washington where I attended First Baptist Church of Bellevue until the age of 11. I was saved and baptized there, and the church played a very dear role in my life. Many men of the church took time to father me because my parents were separated when I was 4, and I didn’t see my dad much, and he’s never been a spiritual leadership figure in my life. My relationship with my father has always been very trying. He was in seminary when he fell out of ministry, so he knows the gospel, and has seen the very power of the Lord and realizes there is a creator god, bur denies his purposes. Until this day, he has hardened his heart against God, and continues in open rebellion, and I pray for God to open his eyes daily.

My family moved a couple of times before we finally got settled down in Ft. Collins, Colorado after my mom remarried. There, my relationship with my step-dad was hard at worst and nonexistent at best. So, I gravitated to my youth pastor, Ed Moran, for spiritual and emotional support. During the summer before my sophomore year of High school, the church confirmed rumors that Mr. Moran had sexual relations with a girl in the youth group. This tore me apart. Up until this time I had always figured that no one could hurt me like my dad had. I was wrong. I continued through High school, and I excelled in spiritual leadership positions as well as a desire to serve God. I served as the captain for our church bus routes to pick up kids for church, and I started to learn how to preach in our preacher-boy program at my Christian school. Then, while in Florida on my senior trip, we received word from back home that our head pastor, Dr. Ken Stephens, had committed suicide without any identifiable reason. I started to feel the pressure of serving God, and at this point I decided I would no longer set myself up to fail Him and others, so I resigned myself to chase a Civil Engineering degree at Colorado State University. Thankfully, God was at work in my heart. He directed me to Camp Gilead our in Carnation, Washington where I had spent many summer days as a child to serve as a counselor. It was in this gospel rich environment that he called me to his will. During my second summer of counseling, God made it miraculously clear that I was not serving him with my whole heart; I was only serving him where I was comfortable. I was always afraid of falling out of ministry, of carrying on a legacy of failure and reproach like those men ahead of me. That summer I yielded to him my fear and doubt in myself, and within two weeks it was painfully clear that I had been running from his will, and I was called to serve him in full-time ministry. The verse I have held on to trough this proving of my faith is I Corinthians 10:13, “There is no temptation taken you except that which is common to man, BUT GOD IS FAITHFUL, and will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation also make a way of escape that you may be able to endure it.” Upon this verse, God has forged my fear of failing into a faithful walk and a dependence on Him to keep me from falling, knowing that there are no new temptations to him.

Currently, I am a student at The Master's College, pursuing a degree in Bible Exposition to equip myself from the Word of God, by the best teaching possible in order to serve Him—not only passion and zeal, but also wisdom according to knowledge.

Where In The World Is Grandpa SanDiego?

2007-04-09T12:06:00.000-07:00

Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it in a pot in SanDiego.

If i could sum up this weekend in one word, it would be marinade. Cuase that's what i did. i spent the entire weekend substituting coffee for sleep, and allowing my adrenal glands to recover from the last three months of caffiene abuse. So, naturally, the first two days i spent my time pretending like i didn't have a headache because i'm not a coffee junkie going on withdrawals. Denial is a river in africa.

I love board games. My favorite is Settlers of Catan. it combines the landscape of war hammer with the expansion of the railroad classic, Robber Barron combined with a overaggressive trade-based economy. In engish? push or pin your opponents and take the open land and resources to build an empire of cities and roads. SHAZZAM. The reason i mention board games is because i wanted an opportunity to boast in my win of RISK when i came from behind to crush Rick D., Matt E., and Adam C.; a coupla guys from my floor in Hotchkiss. I like winning; is loving to kill your opponents in a war-based board game considered blood lust?

The rest of the weekend was spent viewing animals at the San Diego M[W]ild Animal Park, Playing the name game, highlighted by two Jenisons, and bruising my shins when i learned how to skim board. [if you know, you know.] i think it should be called shinless boarding...

~John

Absurd Christian Hallelujahs

2007-04-05T15:34:00.000-07:00

Here's a good read; Christian Devotedness.
I've never seen anyone kick against the pricks as much as i observe Christians serving their Christ. And this one thought seems to be a great lesson the church needs to learn, just as i am learning now. Security and safety are not equal to Godliness. How can we be in the will of the Master if we are only willing to serve him where we are comfortable? Wealth is not equal to Godliness. We are all aware that Joel Osteen wants us to have our best life now, but God graciously offers us our best life in eternity. So many Christians settle for a unfulfilled life, watered-down Christianity, and we all know what it sounds like, "God blessed us with a new yacht/house/Cadillac/Rolex." Not that these things are sinful or a barometer of one's heart condition, but if they are loved more than Christ... Oh, may it never be. Jesus said of a rich young man, "How hardly shall they that have riches enter the kingdom of God." (Matt 10) In the suggested reading above, Anthony Norris Groves points out that Jesus did not say how hardly shall this rich man enter the kingdom of God. Clearly, it was not a personal sin issue, it was the accumulation of wealth. wealth brings comfort, peace of mind and security. these are America's red, white and blue. Are these colors worth bleeding for, or should we follow Him who bled for our eternal security? How much more should we, without the form of deity, but only image bearers of God, be willing to die. Most Christians would die for Christ, and as Rick Holland said in chapel yesterday, 4/4/06, few Christians would be able to live in poverty, torture, or emotional turmoil. So, we are willing to die for Christ, but unwilling to live for Him. Tomorrow is Good Friday-the day my Savior died. The next thought is REVOLUTIONARY. Jesus did not give up all on the cross. He gave up all in life. He was sinless.
He washed feet.
He almost completely eliminated disease in Galilee.
He shunned temptation.
He kicked it with his disciples all the time just to see them love God more.
He smiled at children.
He made fun of the Pharisees.

He never checked out girls.
He never kicked a dog.
He never exaggerated or generalized.
He honored his mom by keeping a party rolling with some great wine.
He never faked a smile to make someone like him, yet he had crowds and crowds of people following him everywhere he went.

Jesus was a man's man. He died having truly lived. This is why his death is my highest example of life, and his wounds are filled with my hands as i constantly prove him again and again. This is why i morn His death. I embrace Him because He was willing to let the silence of death suffocate his perfect life. Oh so perfect, oh so attractive, oh so angelic.

"Jesus, I my Cross have taken
All to leave and follow thee."
~Henry Francis Lyle