Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
"13Loves" Paintings
Friday, June 3, 2011
GREAT EXCITING NEWS!!!!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
While we talk, people die.
Isaiah 58 makes some audacious promises.
"Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard …
If you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday."
We should never let our actions go
without our WORDS pointing to the cross.
The scripture makes it clear
that because you "feed" a person's body,
you open up the opportunity to feed their soul.
What justice is served if we temporarily serve
the situations of individuals yet neglect their souls?
That is the ultimate purpose of my convictions I have been having: not to just help others have the physical possessions that I have, but to see and feel the love of Jesus through a mere disciple.
My audacity begins here:
I can no longer read the Bible and come to the conclusion that health and my own well being is more important than the souls that are lost, that I am called to be a Godly light drawing in the lost. I am using discernment through this all, and I know the Lord is calling me to a place that I should be fearful of...and yet I am not. "and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard."
I will end on words from the bold Mumford and Sons, gotta love them: "In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die. Where you invest your love, you invest your life."
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Levites.
"A Samaritan traveling the road came on him. When he saw the man's condition, his heart went out to him. He gave him first aid, disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. Then he lifted him onto his donkey, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable. In the morning he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, 'Take good care of him. If it costs any more, put it on my bill—I'll pay you on my way back.'
"What do you think? Which of the three became a neighbor to the man attacked by robbers?" "The one who treated him kindly," the religion scholar responded. Jesus said, "Go and do the same."
I am feeling so convicted right now. I was driving to church tonight, and I saw an older woman walking on the side of the road with her thumb out, needing a ride. My heart said "Help her." but my mind convinced of me driving past her with all the fear and situations that I am always told will happen. And now I am wrestling myself with my choice of driving past her, feeling like a Levite. My heart breaks for her and people like her who have no choice but to walk in the Texas heat while I am driving in my air-conditioned, mess-of-a car that has survived several fights with other cars. I feel blessed, yet broken.
I feel torn between being a Levite or a Samaritan. Levites, easily compared to the Christians of today, are both groups who are stuck in the safe realm of religion. I mentioned my story today to someone at my church and they told me, "Heather, better safe than sorry!" Is it really better to be safe than sorry? To leave the poor, helpless, stranded people like the Levite did? Wasn't the point of this parable to teach us to be like the good Samaritan? I'm pretty sure this is the story that started the W.W.J.D fad. Yes, the Lord has given us beautiful spiritual gifts and our precious breaths for a reason, but if I am called to step out of a safe-zone to pursue the divine will of my God and do not listen, then my human desires and fears are not following in servanthood and discipleship.
Why are missionaries the only ones who get the right to risk their lives in other, remote countries for the glory of the Lord? Aren't we all supposed to be radical missionaries at the exact location that God has us at this very moment in our lives? It just doesn't seem fair to me that I am overwhelmed with fear of taking a risk of helping someone. If I do not help those in need, who will?
Christians: please stop being scared. I am so sure of the power of our Lord to guide and protect us that we shouldn't be scared of taking risks. We can NOT become content with being safe. The Church has gotten so comfortable in following the man-made rules of religion that comfort has taken over conviction. If we can't take risks in our community, where we will get the strength to do so in places much worse? Alright "Levites", you can check off your list donating canned foods and giving money to the Lottie Moon offering. Risky, I know, some Christians might even dare say...radical. Y'all must be reading some David Platt.
"If I lose my life, don't I gain everything?"
Monday, May 2, 2011
TOMS Shoes featured me!
WOW! I am shocked right now, but here it goes: TOMS Shoes website featured my painting. Here is a screen shot of it. Almost 2,000 people "liked" it on the website! BLESSED!