My music room (so far)

This is without the keyboard, and with the drums in the closet. I've always wanted to have a music room!

Blessings and Curses

From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so.

-James 3:10

Words are powerful. With simple words, I have been taken to the brink of destruction, and I have seen the edge of my sanity. With a few precious words, I've been brought back from the brink and picked up from the ground. I have seen and known the power of words.

I can't trust myself. My own words are often so reckless. I find myself controlled by forces within me that mean nothing but harm, forces that see pain as a means to an end. It is a constant bubbling spring within me. I want it gone.

There is no point to causing pain with our words. There is no benefit from the pain of others. My spirit wants to do good. Christ in me wants to be love, and wants love to be my defining characteristic. This cannot happen with the internal treachery brought about by my lack of self-control.

All of this to say, I need to have better control of my words.

It's Not About Me

I have been struggling to get my mind around this concept. I find myself unsatisfied with life events and areas of struggle. My selfish theology wants to question God, to ask why this or that couldn't just be a little different, a little (or a lot) better.

But as it turns out, He is already making all things work together for our good. Our good is not necessarily a painless existence. Sometimes there is growth or empathy, or merely experience, that we will require in order to live out our purpose.

The fact is, we do not live for our enjoyment, but rather for His glory. Only when we realize this truth, will we experience true fulfillment and joy.

This all seems basic, but for some reason it just gets more and more profound. And harder to just "do".

Harmony and Worship

What if there was no jealousy? What if our humility allowed us to look out for others before ourselves? What if our love for our families were strong enough to make even the very thought of impropriety abhorrent? What if we spoke in love and acted in grace and worshiped in unity?

God tells us that this is not only possible, but necessary to truly worship God as a community. Invariably, every church falls short in this matter. What if we weren't satisfied with that?

What if our passion for God were greater than our desire for acceptance, or attention, or status? What if our spirits were satisfied with nothing less than God's vision for the church?

My spirit is discontent. I know I've fallen short in this. I feel like we are missing out. I feel like there can be so much more to our worship, and so much more beauty in our fellowship. If you feel like me, let's be radically peaceful this Sunday, and resolve to act in love and reconciliation.

It would make Mama proud :-). At least, I know my mom would be proud.

Freedom is Foolishness

In freedom, you don't know what you need to do to feel good. You don't know who to impress in order to get what you want. Freedom is foolishness.

In freedom, you aren't kept in one place. You are liable to be in different places each day, experiencing new and dangerous things. They call it adventure, but you know better. Freedom is foolishness.

In freedom, you trade what you've always known for the promise of something better. When is the last time you ate or slept in a promise? Freedom is foolishness.

Our hearts know this isn't true. Our spirits long for freedom. It is merely our survival instinct that makes us afraid of the unknowns of freedom. This is no small thing.

This is the reason the Bible tells us to die to ourselves. We need to give ourselves up to the unknowns of freedom, trusting the one thing we do know... a God who uses the foolish to confound the wise.

Difficulty and Distance

The hardest part of love is selflessness. It is in our nature to expect reciprocation and response. That is not love. That is a transaction.

It doesn’t mean that this reality doesn’t tear at our hearts. When we love someone, and they do not act toward us in a loving way (especially when we ourselves have expended effort of mind, body, and/or spirit), we are hurt. We do not have the capacity to be impervious to each other… even the callous are simply in a perpetual deadened state, trading in the sharp pains of imperfect love for the dull ache of ignored longings.

So why do we hurt so much when we attempt to love? Why is love, by nature, a selfless act… when selflessness is so very difficult?

Real love is impossible without trust in God. Perfect love casts away fear, because the beloved does not worry that their actions will cause the lover to stop loving. Perfect love is based on the Eternal, trusting God to be all-sufficient, and needing nothing from the beloved. This allows every moment of love to be perceived as a beautiful gift, rather than a rightful obligation.

This is the love we should strive to have for each other. However, it is easy to say and incredibly hard to accomplish, because our hearts are not yet fully alive. The closer we are to the Savior, the more in step we are with the Spirit, and the closer we will be to this beautiful love. Our difficulty lies in our distance from God.

Two Voices

Verse 1:

Wandering through the darkness

My eyes are still used to the light

Disoriented and discontent

I wish I had an escape somewhere in sight

 

I hear two voices, they’re ringing out

They’re saying two different things

One says I’m dead, one I’m justified

But both still say “follow me”

 

Chorus:

They’re ringing

Through the night, through the sky

O they’re ringing

And it’s all I hear

 

I need a transformation

A renewing of my mind

So I can know

which voice is Yours

 

Verse 2:

One says I should have known otherwise

There’s no escape from darkness or pain

So come and live for the short release

It carries you till you hurt again

 

The other tells me there’s something more

And speaks of a light that I cannot see

But even if a brighter place could be found

What would I do with all the darkness in me?

 

Chorus:

They’re ringing

Through the night, through the sky

O they’re ringing

And it’s all I hear

 

I need a transformation

A renewing of my mind

So I can know

which voice is Yours

 

Bridge:

My heart it aches to believe the light

And leave this heavy darkness behind

With a love louder than my enemies

And a grace that I’ve been longing to find

 

Ending Chorus:

I need a transformation

A renewing of my mind

So I can follow

Your sweet voice

 

- Richard Benavides