Monday, March 31, 2008

More Jesus here than I’ve seen in a while

I spend a lot of time at Starbucks. I somehow feel a different kind of peace when I can sit for hours and read and write and every once in a while have a good conversation with a stranger.

 I don’t go because it will make me look cool to be seen with one of their famous cups in my hand. I could care less about spending $3.00 on coffee(I prefer tea), and I could care less if it classifies me as “trendy” to spend that money on a beverage. That’s just plain weak.

Despite high prices, Starbucks has gotten it right. Maybe I view it differently because I work in a place where there are so many rules regarding appearance. No visible tattoos, facial piercings,nail polish, etc. Clean cut image because we’re representing a Christian company, right?

And then I look at Starbucks. I’m sure they have their own set of dress code rules as well, but there’s also a strange sense of acceptance. Be yourself. Employee or customer. Come as you are, because there is no judgement. Nobody is better than anyone else.

It’s convicted my heart that one of the biggest coorporations out there may not be a Christian company, but they sure do show more Jesus than those places (dare I say church?) that do claim His name.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Sometimes

truth

feels

like

the

hardest

thing

to

trust.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Count on it

Damn you
You get me every time
Right on schedule
You’re predictable as can be
When I was so close
To finally breaking free

Make yourself at home in my head
Hang your hat on the doubts that already exist
And replace them with new ones instead
I can’t breathe when you whisper in my ear
I hate who I become
When you’re the only voice I can hear

I was warned about you
And I’m no stranger to your ways
We’ve thrown these punches before
And I refuse to do it again
This battle isn’t mine anymore

But you have new material
You’re so good at what you do
You’re words are almost convincing
Almost real, almost true
Almost

Rejoice in one more tortured soul
And twist the truth until you’re satisfied
That I’ll never recover the joy you stole
This hurt is more than familiar
I owe all my pain to you
Consider it payment
For the hell you’ve put me through

You almost had me convinced
That it wasn’t worth the fight
But my darkest days
Still shine from something so bright
That you can’t help but turn away
So don’t for a second think this is the end
He’ll fight through hell
To make sure you don’t win

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Could I have your attention please?

 I can’t help but notice

You’re back on your knees

I know you don’t have the time

But this can’t wait


I’ve heard your cries in the night

And I feel you waging war inside yourself

With the battles you don’t have to fight

You’re complaints haven’t gone unnoticed

The confession of all your fears

Haven’t fallen on deaf ears


I need you to know this

My heart hurts more than you know

Can you stay a while?

I need you to hear me out before you go

If you hear nothing else, hear this

That sunset, that ocean, that sky

I painted them all for you

I made it with you in mind

When you can’t feel me

Look for me in the rain

It’s good at washing all the old away

Just like I’m dying to wash away your pain

I can’t stand us being apart

So when it doesn’t make sense

Look around, I’m after your heart

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