Things that crossed mind while I was typing

Well, my sunday has run away
and monday has now come,
I've still got many things to do,
A gauntlet yet to run.
But even though I doubt sometimes,
and shy away from fear,
God is always standing by me,
That point is always clear.
And when my rhyme and metre fail,
and my equations don't equate,
God still loves me anyway,
Which is a blessed fate.

Written impulsivly at about 12:45 AM Monday, by me.

Well, At the moment I am formulating a more complete answer to the question posed In my first post. It'll take some time, the draft is already about three paragraphs long.
It occurred to me in the middle of the night to explain what Slàn means and why I used SombasaUmpartiate as my Url. Slàn is a Gaelic word meaning "go safely", And Sombasa Umpartiate is totally misspelt Zulu that sort of means grabbing Apartide against it's will. It's from a south African Song that often gets called 'Sibamba' (the song's about grabbing apartheid and throwing it into the sea). Apartheid has already crashed and burned, but I like the song muchly.

As I was reading psalm 51 today, which is perhaps one of my favorite passages of scripture, The following bit Jumped out at me like it hadn't before: "Make me hear joy and gladness, That bones you have broken may rejoice." (vs. 8, NKJV). How often do I pray that? That God will change me on the inside so that I can always rejoice, even when the bones go crunch? Not enough. But then again, the point is not whether I pray enough, laugh enough or sing enough. The point, is that God desires our inward parts. Our heart. Praying is works. Faith is Faith. Faith without works is dead, Works without faith get you nowhere. Faith in our heart that is alive spawns works. Throw a Good helping of love over everything, along with the Live Faith in our hearts and we have the following from Ephesians chapter 3: "That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height- to know the love of christ which passess knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." (vs 17-19, NKJV).

I'm not sure if this really qualifies as ranting.

Oh well.



Cait, Al and David,
this one's for you;

Streetvulopho

Trusting is a scary thing,
to close your eyes and make a leap,
trusting in a promise made,
and hoping that a promise Keeps

Hoping is a wonderous thing,
It stirs the heart, and spurs the soul,
on towards that lovely thing,
that has become our highest goal

But what is trust without great hope,
placed in a promise against our fall?
And trustless hope spurs no-one's soul,
and isn't really hope at all.

Love is better than both of these,
it stays throughout, over long years.
love stays love through faltered trust,
through shameful, bloody, hopeless tears

And Jesus loved us while still rebels,
and gave us love in hopeless days,
so we can have great hope in trusting him,
and him being near us, the length of lifes' Maze.

I came up with the name when I was into making up anagrams.
It's made up of three words used in the poem.

I actually wrote it a while ago and posted it on www.talkjesus.com

Alrighty,
I just remembered some other things which I must get done (about four).

Slàn!

P.S.

Just in case anyone wonders how a poem can be for someone/s without being written Specifically for them, then my answer is Jubbley Wubbly. It's like singing a song for someone/s. so as the cheat says, Meh!

First Post.

Unimaginativly named, but franlkly true.

I have never in my life had a blog before, so with next to no prompting by anyone else, I've decided to start one. Unfortunatly, this post cannot be very long, seeing as I have committed to being On time-ish to sunday school teaching, so even if I make the clock nervous by the way I keep on looking at it, I'll keep track of time (says Jared, absent-mindedly). Which brings to mind the question; If a committment is made, is it more important that the committment is kept, or that damage is avoided in the keeping of that committment? Well, to be considered is whether the factors in the question (keeping a committment, and not causing harm by the means of keeping that committment) can be quantified, or should be qualified? By quantified, I mean that one might be considered right, and the other more right, one as wrong, the other as right or some other description.

well, The clock (and my dad) is telling me that I should leave this for now and go teach sunday school because time is of the essence (what exactly does that mean, anyway?).

Slàn!

Jared