Respectful Hand Washing

In my class I'm takng (The Old Tesstament) we had to read some chapters in our book and comment on things that stuck out to me. So here is one of the things I wrote:

On page 600 of our text book I found the part where it says “The rabbinic ruling, which reflected the value of the books, discouraged irreverent mishandling of them by insisting on the washing of hands after touching them.” I find it very interesting that they took it so seriously that they were even handling the Word of God that they had to wash their hands. It makes me think of how they were with the very name of God and how they wouldn’t speak it. I think of how we as modern day Christians handle the Word of God and His name. Do we view God in such reverence as they did or do we view Him as an obligation. They didn’t look upon reading the scriptures as something they HAD to do, but rather something they got to do. I want to live in that spirit where I have a longing and passion for God and His Word. I want to show respect to it by preaching it with such passion and desire that others may see Him. I want to wash my hands with my life by showing others a life lived for Christ.

I Run

The following is a poem I wrote inspired from the sermon "Run" by Carter Conlon.

I run because if I sit idle I sit in Satan's grasp and in his control and become a puppet for him.

I run from false "teachers" and "preachers" who are more focused on stories than the Word.

I run from moments that are questionable and may seem as though I don't love Jesus.

I run at the thought of a selfish moment that only pleases and gratifies me.

I run from the "obligations" that I have to anything other than Jesus.

I run from myself and what I want, for it is my life and I don't want it.

I run from the roles I seem to create other than a child of the Father.

I run from the Christian Box I relax in and never see the edges of.

I run from comfort and people full of sin who make me that way.

I run from the impersonators who are a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I run from the silver tongued devil that is called compromise.

I run because He is…

He is my soul.

He is my definition.

He is my heartbeat.

He is the rhythm which I march to.

He is the reason I wake, eat, sleep, preach.

He is the newness with which I’m filled daily.

He is a new revelation that is revealed to me through Truth.

He is a look of love that is only received from others who love Him.

He is my passion, my tears, my purpose, my obsession, my excitement and my joy.

He is the reason for reasons.

You may ask why I run…

I run for my life, because I am nothing without Him.

And where do I run to? I run into the arms of the One and Only who IS my

Salvation.

Purchased To Be Free

So my good friend Nathan sent me this link and it was quite moving to watch!! I wanted to share this with people because it brought me to tears! It is one of my all time favorite preachers and a video with it. Don't worry it's not an entire sermon it's just a clip from it but it's so moving! I encourage you to watch it and let me know what you think!! It's the following link:

http://braveheartedgospel.com/

Then click on the Paris Reidhead video labeled "Come"

Moving to say the least!!