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What would I pursue if knew that I could not fail in the effort? What would you do?

What would I undertake if I lived in complete surrender to the Spirit, to do things in His way and timing? If I lived not in fear but in the power of the Spirit? What does it mean that Christ is the head of the church, which is His body? What is 'church', in the real sense? How american evangelicals (and others) practice it? Do our traditions really recognize Christ as the head of HIS church? Is the Spirit active in our churches?

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How can we know? Have we shut him out in order to keep 'church' just one hour a week, or to do things our way?

Is church more like a business in the way it is run? What are the marks of a Spirit-filled church? Spirit-filled followers of Christ? If the Spirit is not in our churches/fellowships, how do we get him back? Why does a church need a building, programs, ministries, an operating budget? How would a building-dependent church withstand persecution? What needs to change to effectively operate as 'wartime Christians'?

Why do we seek to make the truth relevant to the culture, and where are we in danger of adding to or taking away from the Gospel? Are we asleep? Why are so many 'Christians' just like the culture? Why are we not, in general, not distinct in the ways we should be? Substance Abuse?

Language, Music, Movies? Desires, Values, Perspectives? Why have we pledged ourselves to political ideologies, rather than the person of Christ?

We don't even belong to ourselves! We have been bought with a price. As I was working on my internship presentation, I was (momentarily) distracted by the box of Celestial Seasonings Green Tea sitting on my desk. Knowing that generally there is some sort of interesting philosophical perspective found in one or more places on these boxes, I looked and found this: “Caretake this moment. Immerse yourself in its particulars. Respond to this person, this challenge, this deed.Quit the evasions. Stop giving yourself needless trouble.

7960 Font Xml Downloader. It is time to really live; to fully inhabit the situation you happen to be in now.” -- Epictetus On an initial level, this prompted me to 'quit the evasions' and get back to work - papers and presentations don't write themselves. What I thought of next was the last sentence, especially the segment about fully inhabiting the situation one is in at present.

This came to mind - wherever you're at, be all there. For several reasons, my mind is not here right now. It's off somewhere else. I'm ready to move on from school to what is next (what is next?). Anyhow, I suppose that I am open to the accusation that I'm not invested in my surroundings right now. In my defense, I'm only here for a net of 2 more months and I'm gone.

But I still have work to do. There is a reason why I am still here, even though being here and in school is not where I prefer to be, nor what I prefer to do. I think somehow it boils down to the interconnectedness of patience and obedience - living a life surrendered to God even when don't understand why things are as they are.

I have no clue who Epictetus is. Look him up on wikipedia. About a month ago, I finished reading a book called 'The Irresistible Revolution' written by Shane Claiborne. Some of the things I read reinforced what I already sensed - that the body of Christ in America today seems to under-value hospitality, which is reflected in the way that we meet and interact.

The best way that I can describe it is as 'convenient isolation' of ourselves from our brothers and sisters. There's more I could say, but I have to go to dinner.

Here's what Shane says. 'So, as congregations build larger buildings, gyms, and food courts, we find ourselves less likely to meet in homes and kitchens, and around dinner tables. We end up centralizing worship on corporate space or 'on-campus'. Hospitality becomes less of a necessity and more of an optional matter, a convenient privilege.' Think about it.

What are the consequences of this paradigm? How can I work to change this? Over spring break, I caught a glimpse of this statement while at a friend's house. Pac File Bypass Proxy For Local Addresses White Pages. I wrote it down to think deeply about it later. Admittedly, I was cleaning my room and found it waiting for me to consider.

Here's what it says. 'A well ordered heart is this: to love the right thing in the right way to the right degree with the right kind of love.'

Reflecting on my life, I conclude that there are many things that I would claim to love - God, my family, friends, people, and nature, for example. At the same time, my lifestyle either confirms or refutes my claims to love those things, and suggests that there are other things that I love without recognizing or admitting so - money, success, recognition, privilege, reputation, comfort, control, and certainly more. What should I do first?

Examine my priorities, behavior, and values to discover where I place my affection and energy, then compare them to what I ought to be. Sifting through the many things fighting for my allegiance takes discipline, discernment, and discretion. It requires reflection, self-evaluation, and humble honesty to admit that my heart is not where it should be. That is my confession today, and every day. There are times when I have chosen the right things to love, but did not show that love in the right way. So once I have learned what I ought to love, how do I properly display that?

If I claim to love my family, it would be difficult for me to sincerely say so if I did not communicate with them, serve them, or support them. There are many practical ways to do so: spending time talking with and listening to them, finding ways to show appreciation for them, and praying for them.

These are just a few examples. I admit that another of my struggles is finding a balance. Some ethicists and philosophers writing on the concept of virtue describe it as avoiding extremes, which are vices.

For example, courage is the virtue which avoids the bookend extremes of cowardice and recklessness. Loving the right things is good, but I must determine how much love is appropriate for each thing.

This isn't to say that love is a quantitative measure, such as utility, but that different things require various measures of love. This is where I have to think very carefully about ordering the things that I value. What should be of greatest importance? What will endure? Similarly to loving the right thing to the right degree is recognizing which type of love is appropriate for each right thing. For example, the love that I owe God is reserved solely for him. The love that a husband has for his wife is different from the love that is between friends, which is not the same as the love shared by families.

I'm sure that there is more that I (or you) could say about this. The complexity of this concise proverb is encouraging as wisdom, but also discouraging when I examine my heart. I love some of the right things with the right kind of love, and maybe in the right ways (on a good day), but chances are that I don't love them to the degree that I should. Most likely, where I may succeed in one category, I fail in another. It's frustrating to compare my forward progress to the backtracking that I've done over nearly 22 years. To me, it seems that the first step is to admit that I've got it wrong.

My priorities are jumbled, my behavior is inconsistent, and my heart is imbalanced and sometimes chases the wind. I simply can't fix this, even in a lifetime. Yet, by the goodness of God, I am being changed. It's slow, painfully slow.

There are moments of hope amid seasons of failure. I have to admit with the apostle Paul that I am not what I should be, and I am what I shouldn't be. But God loves me in a way that I cannot fully comprehend, to a degree that is still breaking through to me.

He doesn't love me because I love him, but because he loved me first, and promises to do so despite my incapability to love the right things in the right ways, to the right degree and with the right kind of love. Consider this an aside from writing on Guatemala, especially that really, really long technical report. Anyhow, in the last two weeks, I committed to co-coaching a U12 club soccer team until the end of school. It should be a blast. One of the mothers from the team was asking the other coach if we could stay three weeks after the end of school (no way) to finish out the season with the team. The other coach explained that she couldn't because of work.

When asked if I (who was not present during this conversation) could stay three weeks after school, my co-coach explained that I couldn't because of work. Somehow, it came out that I was from Colorado, and.here's the kicker.the mother said, 'Oh, is he like one of those raft guides or something?' My co-coach responded, 'Um, yeah, he actually is.'

I laughed when I heard the story.