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          Random thoughts from someone trying to walk in His light

    Fri, Jan 25th - 9:06PM

    Mel's comments on the last post reminded me of this song. It's way old. I bet no one out there has ever heard it.

    Margaret Becker
    Solomon's shoes

    Living hungry on soup and dreams
    Nothing left to lose
    It seemed so simple then
    When there wasn't a lot to choose
    Every day was like a year
    There was lots of time
    To see things clear
    But then the blessing brought me here 

    Still swinging in Solomon's shoes
    Still swinging in Solomon's shoes

    Things have changed a lot for me
    I don't worry about my rent
    I pay it on time, I pick and choose
    How every dime gets spent
    Guess there's nothing wrong with being blessed
    It should be the same
    Both more and less
    I haven't found the balance yet 

    Solomon was the wisest man
    But I guess not wise enough
    He forgot the Blesser
    When the blessing were too much
    Now I know I swing with Solomon
    Between the left and right
    How I wish that I could find a place
    Where I'd be satisfied
    (Don't wanna deny You, don't wanna turn from You)

    (That's 3 posts this week guys!)

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    Thu, Jan 24th - 7:15PM

    Amos 5:21 "I hate, I despise your religious feasts;
           I cannot stand your assemblies.

     22 Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings,
           I will not accept them.
           Though you bring choice fellowship offerings,
           I will have no regard for them.

     23 Away with the noise of your songs!
           I will not listen to the music of your harps.

     24 But let justice roll on like a river,
           righteousness like a never-failing stream!

    We often put great effort into our worship music. We make it sound professional. The right backdrop. The perfect setting. If it doesn't sound just right, or isn't our style of music, we complain. If the leader makes us stand too long, or not long enough we don't sing. IF the chorus repeats too much, or the hymn is too old, we grumble.

    The truth is, God may be much more blessed by ten people singing to an old organ, or a teen singing what words he can remember as he drives, than to a perfect pitched choir singing. Not only that, but if our purpose is wrong, He finds it annoying. We would do better to just keep quiet.

    Don't get me wrong, we don't have to come perfect. It can be a struggle. But it can't be about us. Our singing, and every other form of worship that we offer, must be about God

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    Mon, Jan 21st - 7:16PM

    I feel bad that there are a few people who mind that I don't post. I am trying to "find myself" but this is about how it feels right now.

         He stumbled over a stone on the path and almost cursed. The fog was thick around him, as it had been for miles. He had tripped because he had noticed a signpost in the fog. He could see the base of it but the words were obscured. In the old days the signs said things like "He is with you always". He imagined this one said something like that too.
        Of course, in the old days there had been no fog. He had traveled with friends, on well marked trails. He remembered the Hill of Loose Stones that they had scrambled up together. It had been very tough going, losing a step backwards for every two steps forward, but they were there to encourage each other. The sruggle had been hard and they were exhausted when they reached the top. But the view was worth it. Even as they were catching their breath, they sat together on top of the hill. From there they could see for miles in every direction.
        But he was alone now, most of the time. Sometimes he would catch up to someone on the trail and they would travel together a bit. The visits were always pleasant. It felt good to talk again to people who could understand him. But soon enough they would turn off onto a different path, headed in another direction.
        At least the path now was easy. It was level and straight. There were more stones to trip over and it was harder to stay alert when everything was hidden by this mist. There were no challenges so the hike could get tiring. He sometimes found himself off of the path, traveling near it but not on it. He would give up many, many miles gained for another view from the top.
        But for now there was this fog. He put each foot ahead of the last and kept going.

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