our mission

"Is not this the fast that I choose;
to loose the bonds of wickedness,
to undo the straps of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?

Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
and not hide yourself from your own flesh?

Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.

Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer;
you shall cry, and he will say 'Here I am.'
If you take away the yoke from your midst,
the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,

if you pour yourself out for the hungry
and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then shall your light rise in the darkness
and your gloom be as the noonday.

And the Lord will guide you continually
and satisfy your desire in scorched places
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters do not fail."

Isaiah 58:6-11
     

 

happy ending

Aren't you glad that no matter our individual stories, the Great Story has the ultimate happy ending?

"Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying 'Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.'
And he who was seated on the trone said 'Behold, I am making all things new.' Also he said 'Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'
And he said to me, 'It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment.'" -Revelation 21:3-6

heritage

Picture it: Anaheim, 2010. I'm babysitting. It's a rainy morning, and both of the kids are taking naps. I wander over to the CD player and I come across this CD:

Hmmm. Hymns. Looks promising. I put the CD in, and walk around the room, looking at the collection of heirlooms and old family photographs that cover every available surface.

The CD is very mellow piano hymns. Perfect for a rainy day. As I look around, my eyes light upon a photograph of a woman on her wedding day. Sepia-toned. Probably early 1900s. She's very beautiful, and she has this look of contentment that seems to radiate from her. As if on cue, "Be Thou My Vision" comes on the CD.

I begin to think about this woman and what her life was like. She must have known Jesus. "Be Thou My Vision" is one of my favorite songs and has been of great comfort to me personally. I wonder what songs this woman listened to. Reason #523 I love hymns: she probably did sing "Be Thou My Vision" in church, and it was probably as comforting to her as it is to me. This woman probably had the same insecurities and struggles that I do.

I love this heritage we have in the faith, this "great cloud of witnesses." Standing there looking at that photograph, with "Be Thou My Vision" playing and the soft sound of rain on the roof, I felt a warm feeling wrap around me. God was the same for this woman as he is for me: a close and dear friend.

It was a weird moment to have while babysitting, but I guess in those rare moments of quiet we're more receptive to that still, small voice.

ISFJ

I got this from personalitypage.com, and it pretty much sums me up.

The Nurturer

As an ISFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you takes things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system.
ISFJs live in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value the ISFJ for their consideration and awareness, and their ability to bring out the best in others by their firm desire to believe the best.
ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on the ISFJ.
ISFJs have a very clear idea of the way things should be, which they strive to attain. They value security and kindness, and respect traditions and laws. They tend to believe that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, they're not likely to buy into doing things in a new way, unless they're shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.
ISFJs learn best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, they are not likely to be found in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. They value practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are likely to be a chore for the ISFJ. The ISFJ learns a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, the ISFJ will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion. The ISFJ is extremely dependable.
The ISFJ has an extremely well-developed sense of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. For that reason, they're likely to have beautifully furnished, functional homes. They make extremely good interior decorators. This special ability, combined with their sensitivity to other's feelings and desires, makes them very likely to be great gift-givers - finding the right gift which will be truly appreciated by the recipient.
More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Many ISFJs learn to express themselves, and find outlets for their powerful emotions.
Just as the ISFJ is not likely to express their feelings, they are also not likely to let on that they know how others are feeling. However, they will speak up when they feel another individual really needs help, and in such cases they can truly help others become aware of their feelings.
The ISFJ feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. For this reason, people naturally tend to rely on them. The ISFJ has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, the ISFJ does not usually express their difficulties to others, because they intensely dislike conflict, and because they tend to place other people's needs over their own. The ISFJ needs to learn to identify, value, and express their own needs, if they wish to avoid becoming over-worked and taken for granted.
ISFJs need positive feedback from others. In the absence of positive feedback, or in the face of criticism, the ISFJ gets discouraged, and may even become depressed. When down on themselves or under great stress, the ISFJ begins to imagine all of the things that might go critically wrong in their life. They have strong feelings of inadequacy, and become convinced that "everything is all wrong", or "I can't do anything right".
The ISFJ is warm, generous, and dependable. They have many special gifts to offer, in their sensitivity to others, and their strong ability to keep things running smoothly. They need to remember to not be overly critical of themselves, and to give themselves some of the warmth and love which they freely dispense to others.

What Myers-Briggs personality type are you? Do you think the description of that type fits you?

sparrow

I SO needed this tonight.

am I enough?

I consider myself to be a student of romance. Our culture is saturated with it, and I believe that romance is deep at the heart of who we are as human beings. I'm also fascinated by love stories of every variety, which my collection of chick flicks and "cotton candy" novels can attest to. While I long for human romance myself, (believe me, I do.), I know that no man, however incredible he may be, will ever come close to filling my heart the way my One True Love does. My Jesus has been my best and truest friend since I was 12, and I know he will continue to be for all of my days. I know that I break His heart with my satisfaction with "lovers so less wild", and he keeps bringing me back to the question "Am I enough?". He whispers it to me when the credits of that movie roll, when the last page of the novel is turned and the ache is fresh in my heart. Most of the time I assuage him and myself by whispering back "Of course!" and going on with my day-to-day life. This longing for romance and adventure in my own life won't be silenced, though. I know that my life is very significant and meaningful right now, but I long for more.

 The summer between my junior and senior years of high school, the summer of 2005, a very significant summer for me, I read God is Closer Than you Think by John Ortberg. This book talked about how any of us could have a life with God that few ever live -- a life with God like that of C.S. Lewis, Amy Carmichael, or Julian of Norwich. There is no limit to how close we can get to God and how much of a daring adventure He can make out of our lives -- the only lines between God and us are the lines that we draw. Up until that point in my life, I was a pretty normal Christian girl. Raised in the church and at camp, I knew what my life would look like when I grew up. I saw the women at church and their husbands and families and, logically, assumed my life would take the same course. Their Christianity was sincere, but limited. They truly loved God, but Christianity was more a lifestyle than a romance. Being a Christian meant you did certain things and didn't do certain things, that you talked a certain way, and that you always always always went to church on Sundays. Up until that point in my life, I kind of thought the life of faith was hereditary in a way -- that you had the same religious life that those of your social circle did. So I expected my life of faith to be similar to these women; very suburban. This book, though, told me that it could be different.

 My Jesus took a hold of my heart and my life when I was 12 -- since then I had been trying to figure out how to live with Him and reconcile His wild, boundless love with my suburban environment. Now, at age 17, I learned that it could be different. I could be a "saint". I didn't know much at 17, but I did know that I wanted that. So I kind of figured out how saints got to be saints. I read about the spiritual disciplines and ancient monastic practices. I went through a period of legalism when my Jesus' voice was drowned out by rules. Through it all, though, He kept whispering "Beloved, am I enough?". He took me through some rough times, and there were definitely times in those next few years I got through only by clutching His hand and gritting my teeth until it was over.

 All of this to say that I learned that my life doesn't have to be normal, to be suburban and tame. I've always longed for more, but it's hard when almost everyone you know is living a certain way and expects you to do the same. But I know my Jesus, and I know the last thing He wants me to be is "normal", to settle for living a certain way just because it's all I know. So I've given myself completely to Him. Every time He beckons me to a new adventure, He asks "Do you trust me?". Of course I can say "yes", but I also have to take His hand and walk with Him, which requires complete trust. Sometimes I don't trust Him as much as I think I do.

 So what does all of this have to do with romance? Well, as I mentioned earlier, romance is an interest of mine. I look forward to my romance with my future husband some day, and I pray for him every day. But in this conscientious preparation for my future marriage, romance has the potential to become, and has been at different times, an idol. I've dethroned this idol countless times, but then I put it back up on the pedestal almost daily, too. I long for romance, and I listen to the lies telling me that this longing will be fulfilled in a relationship with another human.

My Jesus asks me still "Am I enough?", and when I actually stop to consider that question instead of flippantly answering "Of course!", my actual answer hurts him and me. Sometimes I don't trust Him to be enough. Sometimes I settle for those "lovers so less wild". But He never fails to take me back into His arms when I return to Him.

 When I read or watch a really good, pure love story, my heart just aches. Have you ever seen something so beautiful it hurts? I believe that the truly beautiful things on earth hurt because they are glimpses of heaven, and make us long for our True Love and eternity with Him. I just watched a movie today, and the wedding scene just made me sob, because I thought about the beauty of the bride and groom's relationship, but also because this union between them brought glory to God. This kind of intimacy is a reflection of our intimacy with God, and I believe that He delights in it and blesses it.

 My Jesus and I are so close that for a man to win my heart, he will have to join in the relationship that my Jesus and I already have -- he will never take my attention from Him for one moment. And now, at age 24, my Jesus still asks me "Am I enough?", and I answer "I want you to be." He is enough for me, and I am whole, but I still long for romance. But I'm not going to have a human romance unless it's AWESOME, and makes God look good. This romance will probably look different than most of what I've seen in my life, but that doesn't mean that romance can't be more than what our culture dictates. That's like a middle schooler assuming that relationships can only last a week because that's all she sees, and always settling for shallow, week-long relationships. We see what our culture has to offer and say to ourselves "This must be it". I'm trying my hardest not to settle and not to compromise in this area, and my Jesus keeps reminding me "I didn't call you to be 'normal.'"

For many women my age, your wedding is seen as the culmination of your life, but I want mine to just be the beginning of a grand romantic adventure. I love that idea, that the wedding day is only the beginning. Most Christians would say that the day you "accept Christ" is the most important day in the life of your faith. But I would say it is only the beginning -- that night in 6th grade was only the beginning for my Jesus and me, and far more important and wonderful have been the days since.

 As this first year of my adult life draws to a close and I think about the years ahead, I have to trust Hin to lead me and not settle for what others expect me to do. I can't let my love life dictate where I go and what I do -- He is enough, and if I let Him be, He is more to me than any man ever can or will be. For now, I live to fall more in love with Him every day and trust Him to make my life into the daring adventure I know it will be.

the vision

I don't know where this came from, and I didn't write it.
The Vision
"So this guy comes up to me and says 'What's the vision? What's the big idea?' I opened my mouth and words came out like this…
The vision is Jesus – obsessively, dangerously,
undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are Free
from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix,
The way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their
strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting, the dirty,
and the dying.
What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for its cause.
A million times a day its soldiers
Choose to lose
That they might one day win
The great 'Well Done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as they are on Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
Every tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs.
Who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation PRAYS
Like a dying man
With groans beyond talking
With warrior cries, sulphiric tears, and
With great barrows loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24-7-365
Whatever it takes they will give: breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide. Laying down
their rights and precious little wrongs, laughing at labels,
fasting essentials. The advertiser cannot mould them.
Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late-night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive INSIDE.
On the outside? They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate, but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or popularity?
They would lay down their very lives-swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
They pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus. (He breathes out, they breathe in)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centres. Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the Wierdo's! Summon the Losers and the Freaks. Here come the frightened and the forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself. The groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is His today. My distant hope is His 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed."