Sorry about being such a slacker, but being back in school is kicking my butt. I think I'm in the top of my class, but in all honesty, the grading for the quizes is straight forward. What I'm worried about are the things I cannot see how they are gradign me. Which brings me to a point that Wade made today at the teen leader/worker meeting. Personally, I prefer to be a leader for the teens to try to immatate, rather than one who works on them. Then again, we are working for the Lord, so it's not the teens who are getting worked on either. Wade said that the dilema of recognizing Rahab's sin in lying about the spies in her house, and the fact that she falls in the direct lineage of Jesus, becomes a point when a teen starts to wrestle with what is right and wrong. There is no right answer to be looking for, rather an understanding that our salvation is not based on what we do for the passer by to observe. What some one sees me do as a Disciple is what they choose, what I do, I know it is in the presence of God. With that said, what I do, cannot gain me my salvation, instead, in His grace, God grants me salvation, because he knows my heart os to bring Him glory.
On Sunday, I started To Live is Christ an Power Series book by DPI. I love these devotional books, because it helps me be accountable to my quiet times. My wife may see me in the morning, and I need to be the example, at the same time, I need to share what I learn to lead her better spiritually. There is something to this leading your spouse spiritually. It calls me higher to be the mighty man of God she needs me to be, as well as, I need for myself.
If you've gone to my other blog, you may or may not have seen some pictures of the Flatirons at sunrise. This is a sight I could never trade in. I feel inspired when I see them glow a purple hue, and I am thrown back to my first few months of being Disciple, in Boulder on the Campus of the University of Colorado. Anyway, This is my ramblings on for a while. I plan on being able to get a few things out to share more often, but with my hours, who knows when I'll sleep next.
