Je veux que tu comprennes

Je vois le trouble dans ta vie,
Je veux que tu t’en sortes,
Je suis franchement ton ami,
Alors voici la porte :

Tu vis dans le noir ;
La lumière t’est inconnu.
J’veux être un miroir,
Mais je suis bien trop ému.

Mon coeur est brisé,
Mon corps est blessé,
Parce que je veux q’tu comprennes.

Ma bouche reste fermée,
Mes mots se retrouve cachés,
Et pourtant, j’veux q’tu comprennes.

Je ne sais pas comment réagir ;
J’arrive pas à t’en parler,
Mais je ne veux pas te voir mourir ;
Je ne peux pas te laisser.

Jésus est mort pour toi ,
Pour que tu puisses avoir la vie.
J’veux partager ma foi,
Et que tu cèdes au Saint Esprit.

Son coeur était brisé,
Son corps était blessé,
J’veux q’tu comprennes.

Ma bouche est grande ouverte,
Mes mots n’ont plus de couvercle,
C’est sûr q’je veux q’tu comprennes.

-Andrew Jones
http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=7862694838&ref=mf

Pain

Pain--has an Element of Blank--
It cannot recollect
When it begun--or if there were
A time when it was not--

It has no Future--but itself--
Its Infinite contain
Its Past--enlightened to perceive
New Periods--of Pain.

Emily Dickinson

In Search of the Perfect Mug

Yeah, so I really need a new coffee mug/thermus/tumbler thingy. The only problem is, I'm kind of picky, apparently, or else it wouldn't be so hard to find one. It has to meet four qualifications:

1)It's not girly looking.
2)It is microwavable (for my instant coffee)
3)It's dishwasher safe (that's just how I roll)
4)It has a handle (or else, I WILL drop my coffee, all over myself, and then sue McDonald's for the fun of it)

So, if you see the Perfect Mug, let a brotha know!

Mon Interview!

Aujourd’hui j’ai eu une interview chez Mercer University School of Medicine. Elle a commencé à dix heures et a duré jusqu’à quinze heures ! J’avais très peur en préparant pour l’interview. Mais, pourquoi ? Ça ne m’a pas aidé ! Quand c’était l’heure pour l’interview, j’ai trouvé que j’étais calme. Il n’y avait aucune raison de s’inquiéter !

Quand je suis arrivé à l’école, je me suis assis avec les autres étudiants qui y étaient pour une interview aussi. Quand tout est arrivé (il y avait quatre personnes), le doyen des étudiants est venu pour nous parler de Mercer. Puis, une dame du bureau de la finance nous a dit comment financer nos études. Ensuite, nous sommes allés à l’hôpital pour manger le déjeuner avec des étudiants qui sont dans leur quatrième année.

Après le déjeuner, j’ai eu ma première interview avec Dr. Moon, un vieil homme étrange ! Il a parlé lentement et m’a demandé des questions curieuses, comme « Quelle est la différence entre un plombier et un médecin » ? Aussi, il m’a gardé pendant longtemps et j’ai été en retard pour ma prochaine interview ! Mais, ma deuxième interview, c’était meilleure. L’interviewer était une jeune étudiante de médecine avec qui j’ai des similarités. Comme moi, elle veut devenir missionnaire médicale ! J’étais ravi et donc je pense que l’interview était réussie. Mais maintenant est la partie la plus difficile, c'est-à-dire : attendant. Il sera deux semaines avant que je saurai si je suis admis. C’est la torture, ceci !

Moe Hope

How do you convey to someone what it means to hope? To hope in God? To know, and trust, and rely on Him? It can be very challenging to break through to someone who's heart is so hardened by hopelessness, despair, and suffering.

Moe is a guy some friends and I met under a bridge last Fall. He was drunk when we talked to him, but still somewhat coherent. You see, he struggles with alcoholism, but he only does it to drown away his troubles. That's what he told us, anyway, once we had offered him some food and broken the ice a little bit. He served two tours in Vietnam, saw things I could never imagine, made choices I could never make. He'd been to Hell and back, as he put it. Later on, he lost his wife and daughter, the only family that he had. That's when the real struggle with alcoholism began. He is qualified as a painter, and had plenty of work, but you can imagine how downward spiral unfolded until he found himself under a bridge.

We tried to tell him about God, how He cares for him more than he realizes, how He loves him, how He longs for Moe to know Him intimately. How he can have hope in God. It didn't appear that he believed a word of it. "How can God allow this? How can God allow my daughter to die? How could He allow me to live like this?" I struggled myself. What did I know? I have know idea what it means to suffer, to have my family and friends and job taken away from me, to have to daily look for shelter and sustenance. How could I, a pampered, well-fed, loved person blessed beyond comprehension possibly know what it meant to struggle with these things? Would I have hope if I were in his shoes?

It was a struggle indeed. Did I believe in God's Sovereignty? That He is in control, and knows all, and works through everything that happens to us? We tried to explain the Sovereignty of God to Moe, but once again, he just couldn't grasp it. Later that day when we left, we were all pretty down. We felt like we hadn't gotten through to him, hadn't conveyed that wonderful hope we have in Christ through His righteousness.

And then before we knew it, it was time to go home for Christmas. We all went back to our comfortable homes with our comfortable families eating our comfortable food and sleeping in our comfortable beds. After having come back to school, though, we went out to find our friends again. Luckily, we found a dear friend our our's, Regina, who gave us some information about Moe that gave us great hope.

She said that Moe had been asking about us over the break, wondering where his "little friends" were. She told us that it meant an incredibly lot to him, more than we know, that we met him and talked with him. She said that he felt that we really cared for him, that we really loved him. Well, I was just blown away by this, and immediately started to both praise God for His sovereignty and to repent for my doubts.

The sad news, however, was that Moe was now in the hopital. So, she told us the room number and we went yesterday to go and see him. It took him a second to realize who we were, but he was really overjoyed to see us. He had stepped on a nail a few months ago, but waited to long to go to the hospital, and it had been giving him problems ever since. Sadly, because of infections and gangreen, I suppose, they are going to have to amputate three of his toes. We brought him flowers, a card, and a candy bar (which really made him happy!). The most amazing part though was our conversation with him. One person with told him that "as horrible as this may sound Moe, and as bad as things seem right now with you in the hospital, I hope you can see how God is working through this. I believe that God may have allowed this to happen so that you could get off the streets, break free from alcoholism, and get your life back together." I completely agreed. The hospital staff had given him some numbers to call and resources where he could get clothes, food, housing, help with bills, etc. We were all so excited about this, about the turn of events, how we could see God moving. We tried to instill in Moe a sense of hope, and I think he is beginning to see it.

"And after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you."
1 Peter 5:10

I Run-Forty Days

We sang this at Overflow, and it was flippin awesome, but I can't find it on iTunes. Alas, iTunes, you have let me down...
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I've never had a day like this,
when things become so clear & I can feel you here

I've never had to pray like this;
it's all that I can do to see me through the fear

But when my faith begins to fail me,
and I can't find my way

I run, I fall into the arms of my Father,
into a Love like no other

I walk, I crawl; it doesn't matter how I get here only that I can be here at all

All that seems to cloud my mind,
is how can be I strong, and how do I move on

But I know You will never fail me,
You will be my way

(CHORUS)

I will call upon You,
Lord You are worthy to be praised, so shall I be saved

Check this out.

This is a really cool post about the adulterous woman:

http://www.desiringgod.org/AboutUs/MonthlyNewsletter/2008_01/