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When God Cleans You With Steel Wool

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Last week was rough. The following is a snapshot into my journal last Tuesday.


“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Let me hear joy and gladness,
let the bones that You have broken rejoice.”
-Psalm 51:7-8

Sometimes it feels like God is cleaning me with steel wool instead of the cotton washcloths I prefer.

As I write this, my heart aches. I’m crying and hurting. I feel broken by longings and unsaid words and independent realities and the delay of good dreams. 

“I know, O Lord, that Your rules are righteous, and that in faithfulness You have afflicted me. Let Your steadfast love comfort me according to Your promise to Your servant. Let Your mercy come to me, that I may live; for Your law is my delight.” -Psalm 119:75-77

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Flashback Friday — Twenty-four

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At 15 years old I was a sophomore in high school, a rifle shooter with dreams of Olympic gold and an avid Switchfoot fan. I even went to see them in concert that year at the Kentucky State Fair. It remains one of my all-time favorite concerts.

Last night I decided that today would be flashback Friday and that Switchfoot would play the soundtrack of my day.

So this morning as I was jamming along with Jon, Tim, Chad and Jerome (Switchfoot’s band members before Drew came along), the song “Twenty-four” came on.

As a 15 year old listening to this song I couldn’t imagine being 24. 

But here I am.

And the song makes sense.

Praise Jesus that He’s raising the dead in me.

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Monday Morning Munch No. 36 – Behold Our God

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Today is an exciting day.

The staff of Real Truth Matters is headed to Eastern Europe to launch the Romania Missionary Fellowship, a voluntary partnership of churches to fulfill the great commission, and I could not be more humbled or excited about being a part of God’s work among the nations.

We are going with several different purposes (to equip the pastors to disciple others, to hold evangelistic meetings, to pour into the family of Florin Vasiliu, etc.) but with one ultimate purpose–to glorify Jesus Christ. Continue reading

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Born that men no more may die

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Last night at our candlelight Christmas Eve our pastor, Michael Durham, shared something simple yet profound. When the shepherds were visited by the host of angels who brought good tidings of great joy for all the people (even us), their response was to go see the long-awaited Messiah and worship Him (after they got over the initial shock of seeing their peaceful sky lit up with myriads of angelic beings). Our response should be the same, but to a greater degree. Why? Because we know how the story ends. Those shepherds, as Bro. Michael pointed out last night, didn’t know He was going to be their sacrifice, they just knew He was the One.

We know Christmas didn’t stop with the perfect baby born in a stable, but Jesus, fully God and fully man, grew up to be a man, took our sins upon His perfect self and died in our place. Our pardon He took and now our Mediator He is, sitting at the throne of His Father and petitioning for us still. What a Savior. We have reason to worship.

So as you gather with your family and friends and enjoy the Christmas day, don’t forget to worship the One born to die, born that men no more may die.

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
join the triumph of the skies;
with th’ angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
late in time behold Him come,
offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail th’ incarnate Deity,
pleased with men as man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
risen with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

-Charles Wesley, 1739

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