The Road Leads On…

In the darkest recesses of the school library at G. P. Babb Middle School in Forest Park, GA rests a book that I owe my life to. With a tattered cover and torn pages, this book is certainly nothing to look at. I have no idea why I picked this book up nearly 15 years ago. Maybe it was a desire to find something different to read or maybe it was merely a whim, but regardless of why I picked it up, I am thankful that I did.

While I am unable to recall the name of the book, I can tell you with certainty what I found written in its worn pages. Three fourths of the way through the book, there was written a poem that would one day forever alter my life.

There, written on its pages was the following poem.

The Way
By: Edwin Muir

Friend, I have lost the way.

The way leads on.

Is there another way?

The way is one.

I must retrace the track.

It’s lost and gone.

Back, I must travel back!

None goes there, none.

Then I’ll make here my place,

(The road leads on),

Stand still and set my face,

(The road leaps on),

Stay here, for ever stay.

None stays here, none.

I cannot find the way.

The way leads on.

Oh places I have passed!

That journey’s done.

And what will come at last?

The road leads on.

I cannot tell you all the ways that this poem spoke to me, but I can tell you with clarity and purpose that whatever place you find yourself in, no matter how difficult life or ministry may seem at times, The road leads on.

When you seem lost and off track, the road leads on.
When you can’t seem to figure out what you’re looking for in life, the road leads on.
When you feel like God has left and abandoned you, the road leads on.
When you feel like you have made so many mistakes that you can’t recover from, the road leads on.
When you feel like your world is crashing down all around you, the road leads on.

Let me say it this way, there is hope for you. When your world seems hopeless, the road leads on and there is hope for you.

Keep fighting, keep believing, keep holding on to hope, because the road leads on.

There is hope if you stick it out.

You may find yourself in a place like I was when this poem was brought back to my recollection. You may find yourself struggling and wondering if God even knows your name, but the road leads on. He has not abandoned you or ditched you because of your past and your mistakes, the road He has for your life leads on. He has not forgotten about you when He seems silent, the road He has for your life leads on.

It leads on.
It leaps on.

He has a purpose for your life. And if for some reasons you have stepped off of that path towards that purpose, you can get back on it, because the road continues on.

No matter what you face or have faced in your life, just remember….

The Road Leads On…

Renovations…

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Where is my flying car?

Maybe im the product of my age bracket. Maybe i’m being picky. Maybe i watched way too many cartoons early on Saturday mornings as a kid.

There was one show i particularly liked called “The Jetsons.” For those unwise to the ways of Hanna-Barbera, the creators of the Jetsons, The Jetsons were a futuristic family living in a futuristic society complete with flying cars and other futuristic inventions.

I, like many boys my age watching cartoons in the 80′s dreamed of having flying cars, jet packs and other futuristic transportation devices to get around with.

We expected even before my generation that as a culture we would have all of the conveniences of Jetsons by the year 2,000 AD. But 2000 has come and gone with no flying cars.

Thats the strange things about expectations; without the people willing to do the work and make the expectations happen, they remain expectations. I expect today that ill eat lunch, but if i am not willing to get up and walk to the freezer and get out a pepperoni pizza hot pocket, then my expectation may never be fulfilled.

The same way, we can expect God to do incredible things in our churches and in our personal lives, but if we are not willing to do the work involved in making those expectations a reality, then we will never see what he wants done accomplished.

God has blessed me with big ideas and big dreams, and as a result i have high expectations for what he will accomplish both at Lone Star Church and in my personal life. I have to daily remind myself to be willing to do the work involved, because more than anything else in this life, i really want to drive/fly a flying car before my life is done. but in the literal sense and in the metaphorical sense.

God is Fluid…

God has been dropping an A-bomb on my mind with thoughts on things the past few weeks.  Maybe it’s from all the driving I’ve had to do recently to avoid the Western KY Ice Storm.  1,000 miles in 4 days does not rock.  i’ll be posting a few of the thoughts ive been having in the next few days. 

God’s Spirit is Constantly moving. It is Active. It is Fluid. It never ceases it’s motion.

Have you ever been in the middle of doing some project or chore and all of the sudden someone calls or hollers at you that it needs to be done, without even realizing that youre already working on it?  Few things in this world drive me as crazy as being asked to do something I’m already in the tedious process of doing.  I wonder if sometimes God feels the same way towards us when we step into our worship experiences and beg his spirit to move in.  We pray so earnestly and desperately for the spirit of God to show up to a place that he is already in.  We try so hard so many times to make God do something that he is already doing. 

The motion and activity of God’s spirit is not dependent upon how hard we pray and beg him to show up, but is dependent solely on how sensitive we are to how the spirit is already moving.  God’s spirit and it’s activity is not the problem, we are.  It is our insensitivity that causes us not to feel his presence, not the lack of his spirit in motion.

What if we stopped pleading with God’s Spirit to move in our services and instead began to pray “God, Help me to be Sensitive Enough to Feel How Your Spirit is Already Moving”