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Your Gentleness Is Making Me Great

bleeding heartPsalm 18: 31 For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?—
32 the God who equipped me with strength
and made my way blameless.
33 He made my feet like the feet of a deer
and set me secure on the heights.
34 He trains my hands for war,
so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
35 You have given me the shield of your salvation,
and your right hand supported me,
and your gentleness made me great.
36 You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
and did not turn back till they were consumed.

I’m a person who has a tendency to want to live large. I can’t help it. Growing up, my stepfather always used to deride me by calling me “dramatic”. To me, it was the height of offense. I just couldn’t help being the way I was. It was like he was telling me that my very personality was fluff, unsubstantial, fake. Oh, there was no worse insult.

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Fringes

Well, in the past few days we’ve become pretty much useless to the world.Our lives are wrecked and ruined and all of yours will be too when you spend your PTO in Kansas City. We apologize ahead of time for any inconvinience this will cause in any way. Blame yourselves. You sent us here. THANK YOU! That being said, this is a drawing I did today which is a meditation on the fringes on Jesus’ prayer shawl. Obviously, it’s not meant to be representaional, but the way I often work in pictures is by turning ideas around in my mind until I am as intrigued with the form as I am with the picture’s content or subject matter. That was a big theme that God was whispering to my heart today. Pastor Scott often speaks of his first encounter with Brazilian worship, (more…)

Jesus, the Prize

The more I think about you, Jesus, the clearer I see your face and see that there is nothing on this earth that is worth having more than you. Nothing. Nothing matters to me but you. No action matters to me but what I see you doing first. I want to follow you. All I ask is that you hold my hand, as I hold my child’s hand when leading them into a new and scary place. For nothing is as frightening as being without you. And nothing could fill my heart with more joy and stillness than you. You are my heart’s desire.

I’ve gathered up all my life and laid it out before me, as if packing a bag for a long trip. And I find I need nothing but you. No plans, no gifts, no talents, no obligations, no striving, no needs. Just you.

Psalm 131:2: “Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.”

Oh, that I would be one that ushers others into your rest. Amen.

If you “must”?

Please visit this for a moment: http://www.americancatholic.org/Messenger/Oct2001/Wiseman.asp

St. FrancisThis former Franciscan monk did a little research into the saying attributed to St. Francis: “Preach the Gospel at all times; and if you must, use words.” He found that it was not anywhere within 200 years of his writings. He says:

“In Chapter XVII of his Rule of 1221, Francis told the friars not to preach unless they had received the proper permission to do so. Then he added, “Let all the brothers, however, preach by their deeds.”

I think the thought was that he wanted his friars to be preaching with knowledge and foundation. That’s good. We should have a solid footing on what exactly it is we believe.

I met Jesus when I was 16, and was filled with this urgency that the people around me were all headed for disaster. I needed to tell them where to find safety. I was hungry for any resource that would tell me how to bring people to Him. I even bought those books like “How to Reach a Mormon”. As if people are really interested in the deeper theological arguments for their unbelief. Unfortunately, I was met with very limited success, and I think I fell into thinking that I was destined to be “always a sower, never a harvester.” But I still had this real need to tell people about Him, and always really valued my friendships with “the lost”*. Recently, this has been reaching a higher level of urgency.

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