Outside the Pigeon Holes

I spend a lot of time daydreaming. I spend a lot of time thinking about later on or tomorrow or where I want to be in a year or five years...My church upbringing taught me that what mattered was what would happen to me when I die and that my job is to make other people focus on what will happen to them when they die and then help them make sure that all their treasures were stored up in heaven so that when they got there they would have everything they needed. I realized yesterday when I was reading an article about day dreaming that I really don't spend a whole lot of time appreciating all the glory of God that is present in my, well, PRESENT. I spend very little time taking in all the sights and sounds, all the blessings that surround me each moment that I am alive. Instead of using the fountain of life that is flowing inside me for bringing the Kingdom to today I daydream about a time - sometime in the future - that there will be peace, that Jesus will come back, when things wil

Enter In was fantastic tonight...Edgier music than the last one that was about 'rest'...So, some great rockin' tunes and as always the band was right on. Always good to have Jenny visit and bring her talents to the set. I brought along my art bag again just in case. About halfway through I got a picture in my head of a blue sky, so I started there and just went with whatever. I had this page of like falling colors and then pictured a hand coming up from the bottom to collect the falling 'rain'...I am by no stretch a real artist so I could only do a rudimentary drawing...This was what I came up with - I think one of the messages with this one was kind of a continuation/confirmation that I had succeeded in moving past the 'paradigm' issue that came to the canvas at the last Enter In. This seemed to be confirmed by the fact that (as last time) the drawing was finished just as the band went into a song about God's rain falling...I was finally past the

www.excerptsofinri.com Thank you, Jesus for the unfathomable work of grace that you performed on the cross of hatred - which you endured for all the world.  May I honor you with the way I treat my loved ones and even my enemies. May I never forget that there is no one I lock eyes with that you didn't die for No matter their religion. No matter their history. No matter what they have done. No matter who they sleep with. No matter if they claim to hate me.  No matter if they claim to hate you, my precious savior.  May your love and your grace ever flow from me like a fountain.