gutsy prayer...

"God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, LORD Jesus."
--Jim Elliot

God honors gutsy prayer.

would that You consume my heart, my thoughts, my all with a holy ambition unhindered by the fear of men, of world, or of death to the praise of Your glory and grace

goodbye

after a krazy awesome holiday (yes, crazy with a "k," no less!), i am entering the loverly, highly acclaimed hibernation of tax-season. you will no longer see me in bodily form, but a blog or two may escape from my laptop in rare moments.

aaanyway, this was the greastest Christmas of all time, with an insane Christmas party @ the karge's, a Christmas eve service @ Crossroads, all of Christmas off to spend with my lovely wife, alot of intense reading (John Owen, John Piper, C. J. Mahaney), and so many hours of skating w/ Andrew that I can't move w/o reminder of my age (or lack of skill, one of the two).

i'll miss you all; read deep books that make your face hurt, don't forget to brush your teeth, and have an awesome 1st quarter of 2009!

grace and peace,

cp

the poetry of Christmas...

Isn’t it compelling? The logic and love of a personal God revealing himself, accounting for our personality, our propensity to love. And oh, the mercy of God, born in shit and straw, to rescue us from ourselves, our godless gift-giving, and our arrogant disregard for God and for others so that we might know and enjoy him and his new creation forever. And that he, the infinite God, would do it in Christ, in time, in space, in confounding condescension to pivot the course of the entire creation project from despair, destruction, and dereliction to a hopeful, whole, and happy future.

Will you ponder the poetry of Christmas this year, the genius of the incarnation?

--gratefully and shamelessly stolen from the Resurgence