Prayers that Rage

Rage. It’s okay. At least it can be. God says to me that it is true that raging in prayer is not only okay, but it is commanded. To ask God to curse evil is a good thing. Evil deserved (i.e. it is OWED) God’s wrath! Pleading with God to destroy evil …that is the essence of keep me from temptation and deliver me from evil! Evil is something that I want to be delivered from because it is repulsive and utterly deserving of God’s wrath and infinite displeasure.

But these prayers Jar My Sensitivities!? Indeed …in large part because you have indwelling sin still in you, the monster in the hollows has not be utterly eradicated. Though the death blow has been dealt the monster writhes. But didn’t Jesus tell us to love our enemies, and pray for those who persecute us!? Indeed …& we must see (and SAVOR) that these heartfelt pleadings of the pray-er to persecute the wickedness that persecutes the people of God are in NO WAY inconsistent with that command of Jesus!

The key is to know with all our hearts WHO owns vengeance? Vengeance is NOT a personal, autonomous, individualistic plan for selfish-sinner vindication. Imagine Saul in 1 Samuel 22 seeing the language of Psalm 109 …and it is not hard at all to picture him saying, “Yes! this is precisely my problem …I’m being bullied by David, and nobody loves me.” However, I believe that Saul would leave out verse 4 (and no doubt a few other verses as well), because some of the verses are simply too hard to retain while maintaining a sense of self-earned-&-realized autonomy.

The ppl of God MUST cry for God’s vengeance against atrocities and the autonomous lies that gave rise to them. The people of God MUST NOT diminish the depth of darkness and agony – for that would be do dilute the power of the cross and cheapen grace!

Outrage is a gift of God. The non-Holy-Spirit inhabited person (the person w/o the redeeming influence) does not know what wickedness is …that person doesn’t have right ears and eyes (and we would all be that person if it were not God’s mere good pleasure to adopt some into His family out of the darkness). The “enlightened” person does not glare at the darkness, because the darkness is fine (or fine-ish) for all who dwell in darkness – – – their outrage is not aimed at the darkness …it is aimed at the light!


Contemporary readers, particularly those in more affluent societies, can allow these prayers to help them enter the suffering life of the people of God, to transport them from their relative ease into the ghastly suffering and consternation of persons who have been uprooted, mocked, or abused. These prayers awaken the conscience to the human cry for redress, the cosmic demand for moral order and justice. They can lead one to feel as deeply as one ought the horrendous insult to Yahweh and his creation perpetrated by those who lie and cheat and kill and abuse and blaspheme. Made callous by exposure to continual evil, one may lose the sense of outrage these evils deserve, whether done to us or to others or to God. These prayers awaken that outrage, which is to be offered to God and which motivates to redemptive action.


Excerpt from the Letter to Ma & Pa

#2 – This excerpt from Carl Honore’’s book Praise of Slowness, “Fast is busy, controlling, aggressive, hurried, analytical, stressed, superficial, impatient, active, quantity-over-quality. Slow is the opposite: calm, careful, receptive, still, intuitive, unhurried, patient, reflective, quality-over-quantity. It is about making real and meaningful connections – with people, culture, work, food, everything.” #3 – From Denis Haack (Critique Magazine), “Being inundated with information leads to unhappiness. …Being bombarded by news 24/7, and having immediate, all-the-time, access to information breeds misery.” Denis quotes David Brooks, saying, “Many of us consume ‘political’ news and commentary in a concupiscent sort of way – voluntarily subjecting ourselves to gratuitous information and stimuli. The unhappiness results speak for themselves. Our mood is affected most by the news we most consume.” Denis ends the article by saying, “Part of the difficulty is that no one wants to appear ‘uninformed,’ and so we assume the problem is not in the situation but in our weakness. Both turn out to be mistaken ideas.”

Stuff from Denis

“Central heating keeps my family warm through the cold Minnesota winters, yet removed the necessity of my son doing the healthy chores of chopping, stacking, and feeding wood into the boiler.”

Never say YES to anything without knowing what your will first say NO to in order to make the commitment possible.

sensation-seeking and the desire for independence.

“Fast is busy, controlling, aggressive, hurried, analytical, stressed, superficial, impatient, active, quantity-over-quality. Slow is the opposite: calm, careful, receptive, still, intuitive, unhurried, patient, reflective, quality-over-quantity. It is about making real and meaningful connections – with people, culture, work, food, everything.” – Carl Honore’ [In Praise of Slowness]

Definition of Enlightenment & What Not

“That mistaken upheaval of thought that imagined truth to be reducible to logical, impersonal, abstract ideas.” [i.e. deadly blindness to the folly of my deceitful heart.]

Tyler’s not responsible to finally THWART evil, but he is called to participate in thoughtfully working to offset evil.

*God is pleased to adopt and employ WEAK vessels …the Divine employment of the HIGHLY IMPERFECT!

“Evil digs a hole and the Maker makes a well.” – Arthur P. Wingfeather

“We can hardly make anything beautiful that wasn’t beautiful in the first place. We aren’t writers, but gleeful rearrangers of words whose meanings we can’t begin to know. When we manage to make something pretty, it’s only so because we are ourselves a flourish on a greater canvas. That means there’s no end to the discovery.” – AP – – – > – – – > – – – > – – – > “…On and on it goes, all the way to the lightless borderlands of time and space, which we come to discover in some future age are but the beginnings or endings of a single word spoken from the mouth of God. Some nights, while I traipse down the hill, I imagine that word isn’t a word at all, but a burst of laughter.”  

“The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.”

“The burden God places on each of us is to become who we are meant to be. We are most fully ourselves when Christ most fully lives in us and through us. The mother shines brightest with her child in her arms, the father when he forgives his wandering son, and the artist when he or she is drawing attention to grace, by showing the pinprick of light overcoming the darkness in the painting, or the story, or the song. The world knows darkness. Christ came into the world to show us light. I have seen it, have been blinded by it, invaded by it. I will tell its story.”

Life is Learning & Yearning & Awing!

Life is Groaning and Glory-ing

Life is Lament & Laughter

Life=a tension of being profoundly repulsed and also relentless relishing with holy hope!


“Jesus comes to us to dwell within our lives not only to show us the way, but so we will experience, perhaps for the first time, unconditional love and grace …Jesus invites us into a community of radical generosity …Christ may indeed lead us to mystery and humility that gives away power; thus the exclusivity of the Kingdom comes with quite a price! Christ holds the center still, calm, peaceful, fixed, and guides us into the storms of life.” – Makoto Fujimura

O Church Arise

“O church, arise, and put your armor on;
Hear the call of Christ our captain.
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth,
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies.
An army bold, whose battle cry is love,
Reaching out to those in darkness.

Our call to war, to love the captive soul,
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole,
We will fight with faith and valor.
When faced with trials on every side,
We know the outcome is secure.
And Christ will have the prize for which He died:
An inheritance of nations.

Arise, shine for your light has come
Arise, shine for the Risen Son
Lift your eyes, we are His radiant bride
Arise, o church arise!

Come, see the cross, where love and mercy meet,
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away,
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This victory march continues till the day
Ev’ry eye and heart shall see Him.

So Spirit, come, put strength in every stride;
Give grace for every hurdle.
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old, still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls, and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in Glory.

Marriage & What Not

“If a married man says, ‘I want you more than anything else and nothing can keep us apart’ to his wife, it is to be hoped for. If he says the same words to the neighbor lady, it is reprehensible.”

“It is not merely a good idea for a husband to act romantically sweet towards his wife, but biblically required.”

The How Jesus Wooed His Bride Hermeneutic

*Priority Level = what?

“Almost all of the Gospels can be grouped into the theme of (#1) Christ’s communicating about Himself, (#2) His vision for the world, (#3) and His desires for His disciples’ behavior to His Church.”

“Jesus allocates a lot of air time to the disciples’ questions and feelings and ideas …clearly Jesus robustly displays His genuine interest in listening to His bride. Moreover, we see a profound desire to listen when Jesus says to His disciples, ‘When you pray,’ as opposed to ‘If you pray.’ …and of course those who actually took up Jesus’ invitation (e.g. Paul) would go on to invite the bride into a life replete with prayer/praying without ceasing.”

“Jesus made no bones about how hard and challenging life with Him would be.” [this is premarital counseling 101]


If anyone comes to Me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be married to Me. – Luke 14:26.

“Is there Parental Involvement in Jesus’ love life? …No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him (Jn. 6:44), and I can do nothing of My own. As I hear, I judge (Jn. 5:30).”











[5/28/17] The Day Before An American Memorial Day

Jesus I am resting resting, In the joy of what Thou art
I am finding out the greatness, Of Thy loving heart (MWD)
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, And Thy beauty fill my soul (12.2)
For by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole

Oh how great Thy loving kindness, Vaster broader than the sea (89)
Oh how marvelous Thy goodness, LAVISHED all on me
Yes I rest in Thee Beloved, Know what wealth of grace is Thine
Know the certainty of promise, And have made it mine

Simply trusting Thee Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art (1C2.2; 6.14)
And Thy love so pure so changeless, satisfies my heart
Satisfies its deepest longings, Meets supplies its ev’ry need
Surrounding me with blessings, Thine is love indeed

Ever lift Thy face upon me, As I work and wait for Thee
Resting ‘neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth’s dark shadows flee
Brightness of my Father’s glory, Sunshine of my Father’s face
Keep me ever trusting, resting , Fill me with Thy grace (89 – Frank)




anticipate your neediness and your radical reliance (Illu: Scuba Diving)


Sheep have many ‘difficult’ moments …because MOST everything is too tough for them  alone! 🙂



Psalm 95

Get your crew together. For what? To sing. …sing to who? Sing to the Maker. What kind of singing? …joyful noise (happy, celebratory, free, secure – – – to THE ROCK! The rock? What kind of rock? *The Rock of our salvation! But what if I don’t need saving? …Hmmmmmmmm – well I suppose then you probably wouldn’t be making much of a joyful noise – but for LZ and the other dudes who finally saw relief – they made a joyful noise! Where are we going to be doing this? *In the presence of God! But won’t we be terrified? *Good question – – – we will be thankful, I know that much; and then more of the joyful noise with songs of praise type of stuff!


Because the Lord is a GREAT GOD! …and a Great King above all gods!

Say more.

In His had are the depths of the earth!

Hold up! …how big is this God!?

Massive! …the heights of the mountains are His also!

“His”? …like you’re saying He owns them? …they belong to Him? He patrols them authoritatively???

Yep! and Yeppers! And… The SEA! …The sea is His, for He made it!


Hold on, there’s more – – – > the dry land (which I realize includes mountains, but you see the reason for making some “dry land distinctions” right?)! His hands formed it all!

I’m not really sure what to do with all of this.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker! …for He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand.

We are? We belong to Him? …I don’t know about this. I mean – if you’re telling me this God owns all this other stuff, that’s one thing, but for Him to claim authority and Mastership over MY life, that’s not okay in my book.

Actually, it’s NOT OKAY if you’re NOT His. You’ll be miserable if you’re not His, but in a manner of speaking (a very significant manner) – you’re welcome to try independence and autonomy if you like. Would you like to?

IDK – I’m thinking I might not.

Today if you hear His voice (do you?) do not harden your hearts as at Meribah as on the day at Massah in the wilderness.

PAUSE – tell the story of Meribah & Massah!

…when your fathers put Me to the test and put Me to the proof (*interesting phrase?), though they had seen my work.

  • For forty years I loathed that generation and said, “They are a people who go astray in their heart, and they have not known My ways.” Therefore I swore in My wrath, “They shall not enter My rest.”

Wow!? – He sounds “mean”?

Now the person who is a person of God’s pasture has the option to reply to this “mean” comment or not…

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Full Hymn Text (39 verses)
Anne Steele HYMN IV. “Redeeming Love”

1. Come heavenly love, inspire my song With thy immortal flame,
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue The Savior’s lovely name.

2. The Savior! 0 what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round.

3. Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe.

4. In our first parent’s crime we fell; Our blood, our vital breath,
Deep tinged with all the seeds of ill, Sad heirs to sin and death.

5. Black o’er our wrath-devoted heads Avenging justice frowned
While hell disclosed her deepest shades And horrors rose around.

6. Wrapt in the gloom of dark despair, We helpless, hopeless lay:
But sovereign mercy reached us there, And smiled despair away.

7. God’s only son, (stupendous grace!) Forsook his throne above;
And swift to save our wretched race, He flew on wings of love.

8. Th’ Almighty former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes, And hailed the incarnate God.

9. The God in heavenly strains they sung, Arrayed in human clay:
Mysterious love ! what angel tongue Thy wonders can display?

10. Mysterious love, in every scene, Through all his life appears:
His spotless life exposed to pain, And miseries and tears.

11. What blessings on a thankless race? His bounteous hand bestowed!
And from his tongue what wondrous grace, What rich instruction flowed!

12. The dumb, the deaf, the lame, the blind Confessed his healing power;
Disease and death their prey resigned, And grief complained no more.

13. Infernal legions trembling fled, Awed by his powerful word;
And winds and seas his voice obeyed, And owned their sovereign Lord.

14. But man, vile man, his love abused Blind to the noblest good
Blasphemed his power, his word refused, And sought his sacred blood.

15. Still his unwearied love pursued Salvation’s glorious plan;
And firm the approaching horrors viewed Deserved by guilty man.

16. What pain, what soul-oppressing pain, The great Redeemer bore;
While bloody sweat, like drops of rain, Distilled from every pore!

17. And ere the dreadful storm descends Full on his guiltless head,
See him by his familiar friends Deserted and betrayed!

18. While ruffian bands the Lord surround, Relentless, murderous foes;
Meek, as a lamb for slaughter bound, The patient sufferer goes

19. Arraigned at Pilate’s impious bar, (Unparralled disgrace!)
See spotless innocence appear In guilt’s detested place!

20. When perjury fails to stain his name, The mob’s envenomed breath
Extorts his sentence, “Public shame And painful lingering death.”

21. Patient, the cruel scourge he bore; The innocent, the kind!
Then to the rabble’s lawless power And rudest taunts consigned

22. With thorns they crown that awful brow, Whose frown can shake the globe;
And on their king in scorn bestow The reed and purple robe.

23. Ah! see the fatal cross appears, Heart-wounding, dreadful scene
His sacred flesh rude iron tears, With agonizing pain.

24. Exposed with thieves, to public view Could nature bear the sight?
The blushing sun his beams withdrew, And wrapped the globe in night!

25. Then, Oh! what loads of wrath unknown The glorious sufferer felt;
For crimes unnumbered to atone, To expiate mortal guilt!

26. The Father’s blissful smile withdrawn, In that tremendous hour;
Yet still the God sustained the man With his almighty power,

27. “Tis finished,” now aloud he cries, “No more the law requires”
And now, (amazing sacrifice!) The Lord of life expires.

28. Earth’s firm foundation felt the shock, With universal dread;
Trembled the mountain, rent the rock, And waked the sleeping dead!

29. Now breathless in the silent tomb, His sacred body lies:
Thither his loved disciples come, With sorrow-streaming eyes.

30. But see the promised morn appear Their joy revives again;
The Savior lives; adieu to fear, To every anxious pain.

31. His kindest words their doubts remove, Confirm their wavering faith;
He bids them teach the world his love, Salvation by his death.

32. Triumphant he ascends on high, The glorious work complete
Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie Beneath his awful feet.

33. There, with eternal glory crowned, The Lord, the conqueror, reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound In their immortal strains.

34. Amid the splendors of his throne, Unchanging love appears;
The names he purchased for his own, Still on his heart he bears

35. Still with prevailing power he pleads Their cause for whom he died;
His Spirit’s sacred influence sheds, Their comforter and guide.

36. For them, reserves a radiant crown, Bought with his dying blood;
And worlds of light, and joys unknown, For ever near their God.

37. 0 the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Savior, let me call thee mine; I cannot wish for more.

38. I yield to thy dear conquering arms, I yield my captive soul:
0 let thy all-subduing charms My inmost powers control!

39. On thee alone my hope relies: Beneath thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Savior and my all.

Oh Baby – U cuts me deep

As George MacDonald put it, “Sometimes I wake and, lo, I have forgot.” Sleep is like a reset button and my hunger is misdirected often. I think I’m hungry for the finite, but I’m really hungry for God. To remember, we need to taste daily, deeply and constantly of the goodness of God. So let us turn together, and feast rightly.

…resonates …I can relate


Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. – G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy