keith’s sermon
keith did a great sermon yesterday in Minnesota – about homosexuality.
check it out here:
cannon beach, OR
This weekend, two friends and I took a journey down the Oregon coast camping. Here are a few pictures from the trip:
excerpt from journal
Jeremiah 29:10-14, MSG
“I know what I am doing. I have it all planned out – plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen. When you come looking for me, you’ll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I’ll make sure you won’t be disappointed.”
Purpose: To bring Him glory, and live fully.
Dreams: Discover what I love, do what I love.
Be missional, serve Christ, appreciate beauty, culture, the arts.
Now: I’m planting a church. Living in community, living in the city.
What excites me: Traveling, reading, learning, boarding, creating & designing, meeting new people
Do my actions line up with my intentions?
i mean, seriously.
halfway, this life
commitments to be made
people to please
it is like a game
of jeapordy
dependency- i understand
how we are all connected here
like notes in a melody
but it hurts to need
and it hurts to be needed
and i want more than anything
to do it alone
Lord, I lay my idols before you.
my empty promises fall flat
i can’t do it here alone
i can’t please everyone
You will take care of me.
It will be okay.
lovely.
I went to the Coldplay concert last weekend at the Gorge, and Chris Martin made me cry a little bit while he tapped the keys and sang to this song.
It’s good to be alive.
compulsory – a poem
this is not compulsory
i am trying to share with you
our hopes have never been this hard
but we are moving in time
in time, echoing souls
bleeding and bursting into something new
canvas painted blue
conversations that don’t resolve
i am hurting, but hurting heals
and broken cisterns let water out
let water out to heal
love is not compulsory – it is composed
tiny fragments, thoughts painted into life
canvases of confession
Honesty, you are the red in a world of black & white
i am sorry
if i’ve hurt you
i am sorry
that i cannot make it go away
we are in this together
summer nights, sundresses, and laughter
we’ll find it all again.
paintings
Can art be an instrument of peace, a voice to speak truth, a way to say, “Hey. Jesus loves you and I want to help you visualize that…?” I want to do this more. It’s how I come alive.
