For lots of reasons. Not the least of which being huge windows wide open…
with no screens.
We’re safe, and snug, and thankful in Torre Pellice. More in the morning. 🙂
Unsatisfied By Average
The Musings of a Stubborn Believer
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Here we go, on wings of prayer.
Thanks for upholding us, friends…
Eternity will testify to the weight of your prayers.
We’ll always be indebted.
Because my heart is full, but my hands are empty. My pockets are empty.
My words are empty.
I lie on my back trusting weight to white cotton rope.
And I stare up at glistening green needles against blue.
And I wonder.
24 hours and I’ll be in Atlanta.
24 more hours and I’ll be in the Alps again…
Large loom the many lessons that have recently precipitated out of rough water around here, but these two are paramount:
All that is human is flawed; futile. And,
Heaven alone is worth living for.
Then Lord of Glory, fill your people through our emptiness…
With Your Own overflowing heart.
“Grace for tomorrow you do not need.
You should feel that you have only to do with today.
Overcome for today; deny self for today; watch and pray for today; obtain victories in God for today.”
{3T p. 333.1}
Just today…
Once again the Passports are pulled out and dusted off. The Nebbletts are revving up for 2+ weeks in Europe. And while we look forward to visiting the Alps in Italy, and beloved friends in Austria and Germany, there’s more to this than that.
Last Sabbath we had a chance to give our home church a sneak preview of opening night at campmeeting in Germany…
This is just a taste of that preview.
No Time for Bungling (Message Preview) from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.
“Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle, separated unto the gospel of God.” Romans 1:1
I set out to read Romans 1 today,
and I never got to verse 2.
Here’s the sermon in three words…
Paul– Called; Separated.
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Just to set the record straight, I do like taking pictures.
The reason I don’t call myself a photographer is because I lack in the hardware dept.
But every once in a while, some friend puts their Canon (sorry guys) strap around my neck, and I go to town…
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| up in the fire tower, getting the briefing on the last conflagration |
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| 10 cents if you can identify that logo. |
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| view from the tower |
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| faces: my favorite shots |
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| the county seat from above |
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| more briefing in the tower |
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| pretty faces |
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| making merry with the dogs leash |
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| candid |
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| another Canon friend |
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| to turn chain into ribbon… |
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| attentive eyes and a friendly face |
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| that would be her Canon strap around my neck. (thanks Jessie! :)) |
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| [Seán’s] photo of the week |
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| friends |
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| the top |
a few more photos in the web album
Twelve words throb strong in my heart this morning.
What? How is that possible– now? Ever…?
Forever?
I tear myself away from my Bible to proceed with my day, only to have my to-do list constantly interrupted by staring-off-into-space moments…
So I’m back.
To tell you.
The promise for tomorrow, and for today—
“…And they shall walk with Me in white: for they are worthy.”
Revelation 3:4
Seems like these days, to be a “Christian” is to try resist temptation (most of the time),
to try to figure out how to be the same while being different,
and to make pilgrimage plans based on the weather report.
I’ve had enough of that.
So I aim to reclaim the name Christian.
To reclaim a life of perpetual resistance, and perfect obedience.
To realize that to make a mark one must be different…
And instead of waiting for fair weather, to run into darkness.
Because that’s where shining makes a difference.
And because that’s what Christians do.
“Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in judgment.
And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land…” (Is 32:1,2 Emphasis added)
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| Above the timber line: looking down from Arizona’s tallest peak. |
I have one question.
And my question is why.
Beads of sweat glistening on my brow, three-fourths of the way down the field on a mission to plunder noxious weeds– I stop. I stare horrified at nothingness as the agonized words of my friend pound home.
“Why!?! . . . People cry over little stories of cats and dogs–“
“Mhm”
“But there’s no weeping over the cross.”
“No sorrow over the sacrifice.”
“Right. Why?…”
There I am, backed into a corner.
By my weakness.
My track record.
My sin.
It’s not the first time, either.
My heart pounds.
What is going on?
But then through the darkness of another failure kept fresh by my enemy’s brazen taunts, I remember:
I do not for one second believe that the power of darkness is greater than the power of Grace.
Not for one second.
Greater than me, yes.
But Grace abounds…
The audacity!
Audacity of Grace…
The Kingdom belongs to those who believe in the power of God’s dreams.
And keep believing.
Especially in dark corners.
Hallelujah!
“For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again…” Pro 24:16
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