Saturday, October 29, 2005

I wanna do what You want me to

"Make my life a prayer to You,
I want to do what You want me to
No empty words and no white lies
No token prayers, no compromise"

These words, penned by Keith Green four years before his death in an airplane crash in 1982, kept running through my head last Sunday. I was heading back home after Tabitha's wedding, and had a lot of spare time while sitting in the airport terminal sipping a coffee. God used that time to convict me of those words in the first verse. Looking at my life in the past year, I realized just how far away from God I had drifted. "Make my life a prayer to You"... I had hardly even talked to Him in months. "I want to do what You want me to"... I couldn't remember the last time I had asked God what He wanted me to be doing. "No empty words and no white lies"... that was exactly what my walk with Jesus had become; an empty relationship, broken by lies to myself and others about how I was doing spiritually. "No token prayers, no compromise"... my entire life had been compromised by my willingness to accept what the world had to offer while distancing myself from the love and discipline of God.

God had been building up to this the whole weekend. Watching my sister get married, I was struck by what a lucky man Matthew was to be marrying such a Godly woman. Watching Mom and Dad interact with each other and with the rest of the family, I realized how richly I was blessed by growing up in a home so in tune with God. I thought about how far I had distanced myself from that. Surrounded by my family, I felt like an outsider. They had something I didn't. They had joy, contentment, and peace. I had all the worries, shame, and anger that I had kept to myself and not shared with God.

I cried out to God that day. I talked to Him for the first time in weeks. I poured out my heart to Him, and confessed my sin, and prayed for His forgiveness. I talked with Him about the things that were weighing me down. I praised Him for the blessings He has given me that I had not recognized or appreciated. I surrendered to Him, and He washed me clean.

And then I started listening. I listened as God began to convict me about the areas in my life where I was not right with Him. There were a lot of them. I prayed that he would show me each behavior, each habit that kept me from drawing closer to Him. It was hard. It still is. But He promises:

"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" - (1 John 1:9)

It is an ongoing process. Every hour, every day I find I need Him even more than ever. So many areas of my life need to be cleaned up, brought back in line with God's perfect plan. I pray that I will never get comfortable with who I am or where I am at in my walk with Him. Thank you, God, for not giving up on me, even when I turned my back on You. Take my life, Lord, and let it be dedicated only to You, that I might glorify You in everything I say and do. Let Your light shine through me so that I can be an example to the world of Your forgiveness and redemption.

Tabitha's Wedding


I went up to NJ last weekend for my sister's wedding. She married Mathew Berryman, who was in my graduating class in Ukarumpa. I didn't take too many pictures on my camera, but there's more at my family's website. [wysite.org] It was a great weekend, despite being rather rushed. I love my sister so much, and I'm really happy for her.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Playing in mud


This is from a couple of months ago now, but it's worth posting anyway. I got a call from a couple of buddies one Sunday afternoon asking me if I could come get them 'unstuck.' They were offroading a couple miles off base, in two-wheel drive trucks, and had both gotten too deep in mud. I drove over to help them out, but no sooner than they were back on dry, solid ground, than Curt, who had come out to watch, decided to try it too. As you can see, he got in a little deeper than he had planned. What would have been a half an hour pulling two mildly-stuck vehicles out turned into four hours of work pulling Curt's Toyota out of a four foot deep mudhole. You can see that he burried it up to the headlights, but what you can't see is that directly behind his truck is another mudhole, making it rather difficult to find a dry spot from which to pull him out. We ended up buying 30 feet of chain to get him out. What an afternoon.

More pictures here

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Charleston area marina


I was out on my motorcycle the other morning, just cruising around with nothing to do, and snapped this and a couple other pictures around the downtown Charleston area. This is a marina on the Ashley River on the south side of Charleston. I'd like to get downtown again sometime and take some pictures of some of the older houses down there. I've got a couple here, but I'd like to take more.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Seawolf Barracks, 2nd Deck, Room 207

This is it. My home for the last four months, and the next two. Once I graduated NFAS (Nuclear Field A-School) I got to move into single-man rooms instead of the two-man rooms I started with here. I still have to share the shower and toilet with a suite-mate, but it's not that bad. The room is definitely small, but for the small amount of time I spend here, it's more than adequate. And I don't have to pay anything to live here. I have to keep it clean enough to pass room inspections, but Mom gave me pretty good practice for that growing up anyway. I have a microwave, fridge/freezer, sink, walk-in closet, and everything else you can see in the picture. Oh, and a TV cabinet that is filled with books instead. More room pictures here.

Friday, March 01, 2002

Song of Wonder

Here I am, God, so far away
Down on the ground, God, in the mud
But I'm looking in the right way, God
I'm looking up
I'm filled with the muck of my world
Scarred by my choices, ugly with my sin
It's hard to tell me apart from the filth of this world
I've been living in it so long
But you noticed me, God
You're reaching down, down into the filth
For me, God? For me?
I'm still down here, God. But I'm not alone now
You're here too
In the muck?
In the filth?
For me, God? For me?
I couldn't look at you, God. I am ashamed
I'm filthy
You cleaned me, God. You wiped off my muck
It killed your Son, but You did it anyway
Oh Lord, what love is this?
That I, the guilty one, may go free
Amazing love
You have my attention, Lord
You can have my heart, if you want it.
Do you?
I love you, Lord. And I lift my voice
To worship You. Take joy, my King, in what you hear
May it be a sweet, sweet sound to your ear

-March 1, 2002