“It’s not the life we’re after. It’s the death.”
“It’s not the light we’re searching out. It’s the darkness.”
“..We’re foraging for shackles.”
Love it. Wish that there were a thousand where there are now only a few.
And make that three days from today.
Let’s cover them with prayer.
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Baguio Episode 1 from Richard Steffens on Vimeo.
“You like flying through the air like that?”
That’s my dad. A calm, cool, collected guy, a brilliant physician, logical thinker, loving father, world-class leader, and my hero.
But he wasn’t sure about this.
“Oh,” said I, “That’s ultimate freedom…”
He just squinted his eyes and shook his head and laughed. I love that look…
Skiing from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.
“The principle of the gospel is this:
The gospel always brings life to the receiver,
and death to the giver.
If the gospel brought death to Jesus Christ, why would we think that in preaching the gospel it would be any less for us?…
So the mixture of our message is life and death,
And laughter and tears…
And this is voluntary.
This is not a sentence at all…
We’re not sentenced to death.
We’re just privileged to answer His call…”
It was a trip like none other. We sorely missed having our parents along, but even in that I see the hand of Providence. He wanted this trip to be different. and different it was.
All at once we are noting in the world around us things that we’ve never perceived before. 
Some things that not that long ago had little or no influence on our personal lives are fast becoming our reasons for living.
I have no way to explain it, other than the fact that we’ve been captivated by Grace.
In all my years I cannot remember another time when the four of us have jumped into the car after a day on the slopes with young friends, pulled off our helmets (hair to the four winds) and had nothing to talk about all the way down the mountain but Jesus… 
He is so irresistible. And every time I turned around, I was looking into the face of another long-time friend and seeing the same thing written there. (for the first time)
I can’t remember another time when one moment, I could be speeding down an icy road on a sled, surrounded by shouts of laughter and high spirits, and the next moment be on my back looking up at the blue sky saying “My Jesus, I love You…” (And the next moment be speeding down the icy hill again.)
I have never seen so much of Jesus in His children… Everywhere I turned, I caught another glimpse of His face. 
Our world is changing…
Or maybe not.
Maybe we’re just tasting more of His grace… And He’s changing the things we love, and the things we live for. Maybe that’s why we don’t pray for happiness, but for usefulness. Why we gladly exchange fun times for the pursuit of His glory…
I never imagined that broken pieces could be this happy…
Grace is power.
What it touches, changes.
Eternal Weight of Glory, serving You is joy unspeakable!
Please keep us in Your hand…
From adult Sabbath School this morning:
“We are on this earth for a purpose.
And that purpose is God.”
Even on the happiest of days (yesterday included) there is a sense I cannot shake off. A part of my heart always throbs for the hurting world… A part of my life is always in tears for friends who are dying self-inflicted spiritual deaths. A part of my soul is always praying, pleading for the morning…
I hate the powers of darkness.
I loathe the forces of evil that push beautiful faces into the mud over and over again until they suffocate.
A part of me cannot, will not be happy until we are all safe at Home at last…
Last night was no exception. After a day loaded with blessings, I dropped in bed to claw through a block wall with my fingernails. And then I read a friend’s blogpost.
Go read it. I couldn’t write it nearly as well.
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