When there is no soul-searching, is the soul still there?
from The Sacredness of Questioning Everything by David Dark

We'll build new traditions in place of the old
'Cause life without revision will silence our souls
from "Snow" by Sleeping at Last

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Greater Things

You're the Light in this darkness
You're the Hope to the hopeless
You're the Peace to the restless
You are
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
For greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this City
Greater thing have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done here

-- "God of this City" by Chris Tomlin


For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees?  
-- Romans 8:18-24


Vanity of vanities! All is vanity... But beyond this, my son, be warned: the writing of many books is endless, and excessive devotion to books is wearying to the body. The conclusion, when all has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person. For God will bring every act to judgment, everything which is hidden, whether it is good or evil.
-- Ecclesiastes, my condensed version


The world is not right. So is my bitter complaint, day in and day out. The world is not right. No one I know is right. Nothing of which I am a part is right. I am not right. This is the heart of the matter, and this is my confession: I am not right. I am given over to futility, a piece in an all that is vanity. But here is also the truth of the matter and here is the hope: greater things are and greater things are yet to come. Light in the darkness. Hope to the hopeless. Peace to the restless. Redemption. Creation complete and whole and redeemed, all as it was created to be.

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