In Him

All day yesterday, last night and again today I’ve had two Casting Crowns songs stuck in my head.  I don’t mind because I like the Casting Crowns and can listen to them all the time.  I don’t get sick of them.  What is weird is the persistence of these songs.  I am very musical.  I’m not saying I’m talented at music.  Music to me is essential.  I love to sing, listen to music and worship God with music.  As I grew up music surrounded me at home and when I went out.  I actually used to study better when music was playing (and now so do my girls at different times!)  In saying all that, recently I haven’t listened to as much music as hubby is studying and so needs more quiet than usual.  I have a jukebox in my head.  I can remember most songs (couldn’t name them or the artist - but I try while watching Spicks and Specks!!!).  The is usually something “playing” all the time.  So having the same songs “going” for so long sparks me to look at the words and see what God may be saying through them to me.  Lets investigate together.  I hope there is something there for you as well!

The Word is Alive

Looking out from His throne, the Father of light and of men
Chose to make Himself known and show us the way back to Him
Speaking wisdom and truth into the hearts of peasants and kings
He began to unveil the Word that would change the course of all things
With eyes wide open, all would see

The Word is alive
And it cuts like a sword through the darkness
With a message of life to the hopeless and afraid
Breathing life into all who believe
The Word is alive
And the world and its glories will fade
But His truth, it will not pass away
It remains yesterday and forever the same
The Word is alive

Simple strokes on a page
Eternity’s secrets revealed, carried on from age to age
It speaks Truth to us even still
And as the rain falls from Heaven, feeds the earth before it returns
Lord, let Your Word fall on us and bring forth the fruit Your deserve
With eyes wide open, let us see
The Word is alive
His Word is alive

(Mark Hall, Steven Curtis Chapman)

At the beginning of the words in the CD sleeve is this:

God’s word is infallible, inerrant, inspired and alive.  This song was inspired by a personal study on how the Bible came together.  I would encourage you to study through John Piper’s “Why We Believe the Bible” and Voddie Baucham’s “Nothing but the Truth”.

2 Timothy 3:16-17 | Psalms 1:1-6 | Isaiah 55:10-11 | Isaiah 40:8 | Hebrews 4:12-13 | James 1:22-25 | John 1:1-5 | 1 John 1:1-4;14-18 | Romans 1:16 | Psalms 119:9-11;33-40;105-106

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The other was Slow Fade.

Slow Fade

This song was inspired by the spreading cancer of moral failure in the fathers of this generation.  As believers, we must guard our hearts and understand that no one crashes and burns.  The just slowly fade away a little compromise at a time.

Psalms 1:1-6 | 1 Corinthians 10:12-13 | James 4:7-10 | Proverbs 4:23-27 | 1 John 2:15-17 | James 1:12-15 | Isaiah 59:2 | Matthew 13:16-23 | 1 John 2:3-6; 15-17 | Romans 12:1-3 | 1 Corinthians 15:57-58

Be careful little eyes what you see
It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from you mind to you hands
Is shorter than you’re thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what you see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see

(Mark Hall)

Both these songs are dynamic and beautiful and speak Gods Truth.
They are from the albumn The Altar and the Door.

I saw this on Phil Bakers Blog.

Just couldn’t resist posting it myself.

I have no words...

This is my new look, I hope you like it.  I tried to have another design, but it didn’t upload properly.  I decided to go with this because it’s simple and the header colours I’ve chosen are pretty.  Comment if you like.

My Kitchen Poetry 2

Naked Soup

Natasha's Sculpture

I first heard of this today at Peasoup who heard of it from Simple Sparrow.

This is my entry for today-Natasha’s Sculpture of Mandarins, Tangellos and Oranges.

Recently I joined the millions on the Facebook website. Since then I feel like my computer is less secure. (I have an application which works fine etc ) but I don’t like the fact that they ask you to link to ALL your information for differnt applications etc. So I’ve decided not to go back to Facebook. My account will be deleted and I won’t be there anymore. I don’t really see to point of it and I don’t like borrowing trouble.

Rodney Olsen has been blogging for 5 years.

Today he has told of how he started blogging…check The Journey out.

Here is a snippet of an article I stumbled across at RBC this evening. I think it’s a good read.

The foolishness and shortsightedness of modern mass society penetrates to the hearts and minds of all of us. We have absorbed the values of this city that has forgotten the fear of God. We adore and fear the city rather than the Creator. God seems distant, secondary in importance at best, unreal at worst.

The church itself has been infected by the relativism of modern culture, a relativism that makes it difficult to say—or believe—that any perspective is truly “wrong.” In a relativistic cultural context, about the most shocking thing one could say is that some people are not only “wrong” but on their way to hell. …

Today I’m going to talk about these two things.

The first I heard about from a friend.

Poptropica

I explored it on Friday while the International Rules Footie was on. I found I couldn’t open it on explorer, only firefox. Poptropica is a game for 6-15yo children. It’s designers have intentionally made it so that you can’t input anything that may be explicit or questionable. The first thing your child (or you) would do is choose a automatically generated character, complete with a cool name like Sleepy Leopard or Hungry Jumper. Then they can customise the look by changing skin colour, hair style and colour and clothes. The character then has to go into the virtual world and explore, find and learn. As you go through you’ll be prompted once to save the game, at this point you choose a screen name and password that is never seen by anyone but you have to remember it to login to your character again. To leave you just close the window and it automatically remembers where you were and you go on from that point. In the “cafes” you get to “interact” with other real people but all the conversation is pregenerated like “What is you favourite colour” and the answers are pregenerated. You can “battle” as well, by playing soduko, paintwar, skidiving, hoops and many more games. TIP: As you go through always click on the people and they’ll tell you helpful stuff.

Australian Girl Doll was created by a frustrated Perth Grandmother who couldn’t find a nice doll for her granddaughter.

They are to be released in a few days. All dolls come with a pair of thongs (for Americans, they’re for your feet! You call them flipflops!) how Australian is that! They aren’t movie stars or catwalk models, they’re girls. They like animals, music and sport and are just like your children. So if you’re sick of the Barbie and Bratz invasion, check them out at Australian Girl Doll.

I found out about it through one of Dave’s Blogging Friends, Wayne.