Archive | January 2012

Monday Night Prayers

I’ve been attending Monday Night Prayer for nearly a year and a half now at one of our local churches, Experience life, and several of my fellow believers from Coronado have begun coming as well. Tonight was special because we prayed the entire time for something that this blog is devoted to: revival.

The worship, the prayer topics, it was all centered on the idea of revival – something the people at elife have been praying about for a long time. I’ve even experienced many nights similar to this one, but tonight really hit home for me. God really can and will revive and refresh us if we continue to ask him to. I know it.

This is Monday Night Prayer, but I'm not sure when it was taken exactly.

Pharisee vs Tax Collector

Tonight we had the largest number of people present at one time than normal. Twelve. All of them are involved and frequent studiers but it has been a while since all of us were able to make it together. Six of us started the evening at Rosas and were met later by six more once we reached my house. We worshiped a bit and then discussed the fatal issue of pride and how it’s really easy as a Christian to look down upon others in pride.

To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else, Jesus told this parable:  “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.  The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector.  I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’

“But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’

“I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.” ~ Luke 18:9-14

Back in my apologetic days I constantly and passionately looked down on atheists, evolutionists, and democrats (yeah I was a hater). I was quick to judge and slow to forgive, so tonight’s topic really hit home for me. Yet somehow I was able to find truth in the places I tried so hard to attack. I was once the Pharisee, but now I am the tax collector. Well – at least I try to be.

Thursday Mornings and Reddit

I’m not sure why I’ve never written about our Thursday morning Bible studies… Papa McNelly has been hosting them ever since the third week of school. I haven’t totally associated it with our sort of Gospel community but I now realize that even though Thursday morning and Sunday evening started independently, they are both part of the same movement. Thus, I will write about them from now on!

Pigs in a blanket. Yum. Instead of an in depth study of scripture provided by Papa McNelly, two brothers simply led worship for nearly forty minutes. It was wonderfully refreshing! Even for so early in the morning everyone’s voices were raised and hearts were in sync with the Spirit’s. We read several psalms about the greatness and magnitude of God between songs, saturating the time with even more sustenance. Nobody left the same.

On a lighter note, I made a rage comic yesterday about the disturbing mixture of Christianity and politics and posted it on the Christian Reddit. It got first page =] Note: I have nothing against Bachmann – she just says things that don’t always make sense.

Here Begins the Last Semester

Bleh. That’s how I feel about my spiritual life these past few weeks. Not meeting with all of my believer friends (I honestly didn’t put forth much effort to) and not taking time to draw close to God on my own has taken a toll on me. It’s made me think how far I could go personally if I really did put in the time that I wish I did. Soooo…

In an effort to expand my comfort zone and spiritual boundaries I’m gonna commit to getting up a whole THIRTY MINUTES EARLY in order to read scripture and pray for this semester. In addition I’m going to actually try hard to randomly share the Gospel at school. I’ve definitely put forth effort in the past, but I often found myself making excuses such as, “It may be awkward,” or “This may not be the right time.” That’s stupid. There’s no wrong time to share the love of God.

This semester is gonna be one that shakes the walls of Coronado High School with the immeasurable glory of God. I know it.