grief

Never has a week been so bogged down with overwhelming news of defeat and struggle.
The body of Christ at Bethany is wounded...
My heart is grieved for those who are struggling.
The enemy gained a foothold and has capitalized on it.
Our campus is struggling.
My heart is overwhelmed with the events and reality of the past week.
Never have I wept so painstakingly for the hurt of someone else.
What is it like to feel pained and broken for someone in the body of Christ caught in sin? It is sickening. It makes you nauseous, unable to function and work, exhausted, broken...and thankful.
We have been praying for God's holiness to consume this campus, and indeed God is at work...but the enemy is a prowling lion seeking to kill and destroy.
He destroys innocence, perverts beauty, distorts perceptions, and creates apathy.



If you think to this week please keep our campus and the family of Christ here in your prayers. Pray that God will bring healing, restoration and will make this place Holy and set apart for his work and glory. When the body of Christ hurts, we all hurt..when the body of Christ is wounded, we are wounded too. Don't forget that! We so often do...

As I write I am listening to a song by David Crowder entitied "Wholly Yours" - the words seem rather appropriate:

I am full of earth
You are heaven’s worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me
You are divinity
But a certain sign of grace is this
From a broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I wanna be holy like You are

You are everything that is bright and clean
And You’re covering me with Your majesty
And the truest sign of grace was this
From wounded hands redemption fell down
Liberating man

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy like You are

But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel
The depth of our fall and the weight of it all
And so this might could be the most impossible thing
Your grandness in me making me clean

Glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy, holy God

So here I am, all of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly Yours

I am wholly Yours

I am full of earth and dirt and You