I've been out of town most of this week and just returned this evening (Thursday). A new post will be coming soon. Thanks for being a part of the Convergence community!
Jeff
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- I am Not, but I Know I Am, by Louie Giglio
- Simple Church, by Thom Rainer and Eric Geiger
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- Natural Church Development, by Christian Schwarz
- A Christian Manefesto, by Francis Schaeffer
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Thoughts on "Full - Part One"
I recently popped in an old cd - "Tigerlily" by Natalie Merchant. I wanted to hear "Wonder", because I used to sing that song to Rachel when she was a baby. As I listened to the rest of the cd, I came across a song called "I may know the word". I started thinking about your last post and how we sometimes misquote people and lose some of the power of their words. And I also think that even if we don't always know the writer's intent when they write a song, it can speak to us and convey a meaning that speaks to our hearts. All I know is, this song really convicted me:
I may know the word, but not say it
I may know the truth, but not face it
I may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound
but turn my head - indifferent
I may know the word, but not say it
I may love the fruit, but not taste it
I may know the way, to comfort and to soothe a worried face
but fold my hands - indifferent
If I'm on my knees, I'm begging now
If I'm on my knees, groping in the dark
I'd be praying for deliverance
from the night into day.
but it's all grey here
it's all grey to me
I may know the word, but not say it
this may be the time, but I might waste it
this may be the hour
something moves me, someone prove me wrong
before the night comes with indifference
If I'm on my knees I'm begging now
If I'm on my knees groping in the dark
I'd be praying for deliverance
from the night into the day
but it's all grey here
but it's all grey here
I recognize the walls inside
I recognize them all
I've paced between them
chasing demons down until they fall
in fitful sleep enough to keep their strength, enough to crawl into my head with tangled threads they riddle me to solve
again and again and again
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