Hymn of the Week

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Written by: George Matheson

This is probably my favorite hymn….Well, probably not because as soon as I typed that about 3 more of “my favorite” hymns popped in my head. Dangit! I can never have favorite stuff because I like so many things a lot! BUT, I have recited this hymn many times as a prayer, and it helped me through one devil of a 6-months once. So, I have decided to create “Hymn of the Week”. For a few reasons:
1.To get my sorry butt to blog at least once a week
2.To bless your precious little hearts
3.To remember the days when theologians wrote love poems

You have GOT to be kidding me….

Okay, if anyone wants to be the love of my life, GET ME ONE OF THESE. *SQUEAL!*  Holy tiny monkees, Batman, would you look at they’re teensy, weensy hands! Can you believe it? Wait, I know what you’re thinking…

“Pshaw. This picture is TEWtally photoshopped”

THINK AGAIN, people!  Although they look like Chewbacca on growth-stunt hormones, these mini wookie look-alikes were actually born at a zoo in Sweden.  They are twin albino pygmy marmosets (which is a type of monkey, in case you were wondering) Unfortunately, one of the twins died shortly after birth. (moment of silence ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………) 

*sigh*  First, I would like to thank God, whose genius came up with these little guys for my viewing (and hopefully eventually cuddling) pleasure.  (BTW if they are genetically altered that’s fine with me, all I care about is that they’re ALIVE!)

  Friends, if I’m not at the Nightwatch tomorrow it’s because I squealed myself to death.  Oh what a sweet departure!

Less Than Awesome

“I am afraid of being less than awesome.”

This phrase quickly and easily summarizes the last year of my life here at the International House of Prayer, Kansas City. Through a series of events I found myself repeatedly face to face with a gross realization. One that paralyzed me and made me never want to talk, sing, pray or interact with another human being ever again. It was the inevitability of failure (according to MY definition of failure, of course). It REALLY hit me whe