It's very rainy in East Texas. Not just a drizzle or a mist, but a pretty steady downpour that will eventually swell out of its gutters and runoffs and eventually flood our streets a little bit and generally inconvenience everybody.
This is the kind of rain you don't get out it. This is that sort of rain that makes you think crazy thoughts like: "Can I call in sick today?" or "I'll just pay that bill tomorrow," or "Where's the junk food in this house?"
Being the good worker bee that I am, I showed up at work today to brave the elements. There are just too many tasks and and I am a young, vibrant, passionate servent of God who's willing to do what it takes to make His praise glorious.
And then, I see it...
I'm walking down a hallway at the church and I glance outside across a tiny courtyard. From where I'm standing I can see perfectly into our "prayer chapel," that little known 20-seat sanctuary tucked at the end of our Education Wing.
The prayer chapel has a large window along its front wall, providing a nice view of the grass and sky for those sitting in the tiny little pews. And from my viewpoint, I can see through that window.
Old ladies.
I see their cars in the parking lot now, dripping with rain, the dirt long washed from the tires because these ladies have been here awhile. And they've been praying. No one talks about them or probably even remembers that they're praying in the chapel on a Monday morning, but this thing that they're doing - is massive. It's faithful and it's humble and it's wise, because those ladies know something that most of us don't.
Everybody talks about revolution. Everbody talks about young people and adults "rising up" or becoming an army of faithful followers of God. Everbody talks about this new wave of revival that's coming...
And this whole time, these ladies are praying. They're not going to conferences, they're not asking their pastor to pump them up every Sunday and get them spiritually super-charged. They're praying. Just praying.
While I sit here and work and toil and do my best to come up with stuff that's engaging and creative and dare I say "cool," they're praying.
Talk about a revolution...
Monday, March 10, 2008
Talk About Your Revolution...
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Erasing that comment tells me everything I need to know about you. It's a shame, because you have an entertaining blog.
This post was important to me. And you tried to cash in and make a joke off of it.
Now, you know "everything about me."
Consider this post hijacked once again by the fun folks at Lumbearstang Inc. If you really respect me and like the blog, you'll start exercising some discernment.
It wasn't a joke! But, you know that. The truth hurts.
Yeah...the truth hurts. That's why I wrote the post to begin with. You were just restating what I already said, right?
And by the way...I think it was a joke. And I think I've got you pegged.
Todd,
I am not sure about the above comments and what they mean, and dont really care! What I do know is that I agree with you totally! Thank you for this post, what a GREAT reminder! I miss the prayer room at FBCB, I loved seeing people coming out of it. I knew what they had just done and it was so awesome to know that they just prayed over everyone's concerns and request. They also prayed over the staff and the church and for that I am grateful! Once again thanks for the reminder!
Yeah, it was definitely something I needed to be reminded of today, Jimmy.
I'm just glad God got my attention!
Man, I have been writing and re-writing this comment about 10 times trying to say just the right thing...and I don't care anymore. Lumbearstang, you have taken some great conversation and turned it into arguments. You have taken your intellect and pitted it against people - for what? Couldn't you use that time with your family? No one cares anymore...or at least I don't. You're a funny guy...too funny for me. You're an intelligent man, too intelligent for me. And your a nuisance...but too petty for me to even think about anymore.
Todd, I appreciate thse post. It's so great to have honesty and sincerity on blogs. The web is full of garbage, and you inspire conversation. I appreciate the post for what it means to me - and I know I am not alone. It is so amazing to know that those ladies care about concerns, the needs, and the joys of the people that enter the doors of the church week in and week out. We should all be just as disciplined...we should all be as obedient. And I want to make that move myself.
Thanks again, and don't stop the conversation. I think this community of bloggers needs your insight...
Besides, what would lumbearstang do with his time if you didn't blog?
Definition of Irony -- a blogger ridiculing someone for reading and commenting on a blog while praising another blogger who claims God awakened him to "blog"...er..."work" and "toil about prayer.
Prayerful spirits = good for everything.
Argumentative spirits = good for nothing.
I'm not rooting for anyone in this whole quarrel, but I am concerned that there is a pattern of consistent strife among a group of people who all profess to be believers.
Discussion is one thing, but this is out and out hostility.
I'm a non-poster for the most part. I like to read EVERYONE'S comments and opinions. I've personally known "oldfart" for several years and don't know if I know "lumbearstang". What I do know is this: my enjoyment of this blog is being ruined because of the absolute pettiness of especially lumbearstang, and sometimes, yes, you oldfart. I don't understand the need to hijack someone elses blog to try and get a rise out of people.
I don't get it at all. Where does the self-righteousness come from? Why the snide comments? It is so middle-schoolish.
If Todd sees fit to delete anything from HIS blog because it doesn't fit with what he is trying to communicate, guess what? It's his blog.
Go start your own blog and argue over there. The free market will win. If people like the atmosphere you create, you will have bloggers, if not, you won't. But don't come over here and jack up the atmosphere for this group.
I know Todd, pretty dang well I think, and the personal shots, lumbear, are out of line.
Bottom line, like your mom or teacher or whoever, hopefully used to tell you, if you can't play nice, don't play.
Just my thoughts.
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