Take all of me

Things have been crazy for probably the last year. I got married to the hottest woman on earth, work is changing and God has been hitting me up about my worship life...

Today something in me snapped and a song sprang out of my guts and here it is on the page.

Come here

to the foot of your cross

come here

ashamed and lost

come here

to see you undone

by your undoing the victories won

My heart is heavy

my hands are weak

by your blood

your mercies they speak

Take all of me

leave nothing but the you in me

take all of me

and leave it at your cross

take all of me

your death has won your victory

take all of me

until you are left here

How to save a wife?

As i mentioned in the previous of this little snippet. I am a man. As a man you should
know something about me. I like food and Women. Hence my fascination with
Watermelon in the last few paragraphs.
The next few paragraphs...
Women
Well one in particular
Wife.
But, to me, finding a wife has to start with finding myself. I am not suggesting a pilgrimage
r to Mecca or a trip into the forest with my 'spirit guide.' I'm talking about growing up.
Becoming the man Christ created me to be and the man he placed in the heart of my wife.
Integrity
Honesty
Purity
Christ -likeness
In no particular order.
This is how i plan to find my wife.
See, i know she is looking for me too. But lately i have been hiding. Hiding in the disguise
of a boy. A father once made a puzzle out of a magazine for his son. It was a globe, the
world on a page of magazine.The father cut it out and handed it to his son with the
intention of keeping him occupied and teaching him some valuable pre- school geography.
Within minutes the son returned to his father again.
!
"it was too easy daddy, the world was all done when i got the man right."
The son beamed at his father holding a taped up picture of David Beckham.There are epic
truths in the words of this boy.
I have spent so much of my life trying to fix the world around me without having a go at
myself first.
So i focus on getting myself right.
Not perfect
But refined.
Sharpened at the edges
~ Christlike, for myself, and for my wife
My wife isn't looking for a man, in boys clothing. She is looking for a man, a protector, a
knight in shinning armour and all that. One day she will pick me up
Yes, pick me up
Let me explain. It would be foolish of me to believe that i will pick my wife. I would be
fooling myself. So i get ready.
One day my wife will see me. The real me and she will realise, ' I want him to be my
husband, and i will chase him till he's mine,' Don't get me wrong i will still have to fight for
her and cherish her and let her know I'm keen.
But what my wife doesn't know yet, is I'm here already, Waiting, Becoming the man God
wants me to be, The man he has placed in the heart of one women in particular. I like the sound of that, and when i meet her i will give her a watermelon.

Watermelon Loving

I once had an experience with one of my friends, a girl, not a girl friend. Unfortunately due to our friends random murmurings, about our supposed friendship, our lives became incredibly complicated, as did our relationship. You know what its like, we've all been there. Had people joking and chatting behind our backs.One night these murmurings and missed placed advice came to a head. It caused a massive upheaval in our relationship and caused the end of our friendship.
Did i have interests in her like the rumours said?
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
Repeat the question?
I don't know. What i do know is this. Our friendship had suffered a brutal blow and i had no way of fixing it. I wanted my friend back. I liked that we're friends. That was our line.
'i like that were friends.'
Though at second glance this was a tag line to keep our relationship from going further. I liked it. I like that we're friends.
Anyway.
I'm a guy. You know that because my name is Tim. I have no idea how women work, like most guys i am clueless.
But
I wanted to patch things up. Desperately
What could i do? Chocolate, Banoffee Style. Flowers. We hadn't broken up though, youhave to date first. A small mouse in a bow tie singing 'I'm sorry, forgive me' A cleo magazine, A well placed bible verse...
...and the list goes on
Then a whisper
Watermelon
Genius, Watermelon, Citrus Lanatus. a perfect gift. David Livingstone, the famous explorer. said the Kalahari dessert was plentiful with it. That's' where they reckon it originated from, a desert ( and now is a dessert) i really dont know what that has to do with anything but thank you Wikipedia.com. Watermelon is the perfect gift. The thing about Watermelon is this. It is a symbol of love. Not eros. 'Lah-lah-i-want-your-body' love but agape. Love that shares. Love that cares. Loves that refreshes those around it.
Love.
I have decided that i will start taking Watermelons to picnics. Watermelon is da bomb. It can be shared with as many people as you like, depending on how thinly you cut it. It can refresh the dryest saliva drought your mouth has ever seen. It can bring a smile to any mouth it touches. by its very shape. let alone its taste. Mark Twian said this, "It is the chief of this world's luxuries. king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented."
Watermelon = Love
God is like watermelon but better
God is Love.
My dear friends. we must love each other. Love comes from God. and when we love each other. it shows that we have been given new life. We are now God's children, and we know him. (1 John 4:7)
I forget sometimes, in my friendships. relationships of all shapes and sizes that. God is Love. He understands love. he gave us the ability to love. The ability to feel how he feels. God in his infinite power could have chosen not to let us know and feel love.
But he did.
God lets us know Love so that we can have a glimpse of how he feels about us. Just a slice of the awesome, un-conditional love God has for us.
A slice of Watermelon.
Just a slice.
But a slice is enough
I know what happened to my friends watermelon. She ate it. Shared it with her small group from Church and with her flatmates
After all that's what love is really about.
Its about sharing
I love watermelon

Garage Spirituality

I had the most incredible spiritual experience the other night. It was in probably the most simple churches i have ever seen. My mates call it the man room, its basically a garage that hasn't seen daylight or fresh air in decades. But it was here, that I discovered my Garage spirituality. I didn't enter the man room feeling particularly 'Jesusey' (otherwise known as Holy), i just wanted to get band practise over and done with.
And all was progressing well.
Wonder.
Take it all.
One Way.
Hosanna.
And then my mate walked in. He had just been shopping and as he browsed the supermarket aisles had a epiphany. He arrived home with his epiphany in hand and laid it on the pool table in the middle of the room.
White wine, Garlic Loaf and port glasses.
'Um guys, i dont do the fellowship with other christians kinda stuff anymore, but i was wondering if since your hear, could we do communion.'
The band were polarised by this question, some fuming over heresy, others bathing in the beauty of the simple honesty. Here was a mate, crying out for Christian fellowship, and the chance to remember Jesus sacrifice within the context of our little garage community.
In that simple act, my often religious faith was tranformed, i no longer strive for piety, merely honest simplicity.
Real
Honest
Honouring
I believe as we sat together praying and worshipping. Jesus was stoked.
My mate continued with communion until the bottle was empty.
We just worshipped.