Reverend Trevor's Rectory
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
"Not a mite will I withold..."
Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
every power as You choose.
Take my will and make it Thine
it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is Thine own
it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord I pour
at Your feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be
ever, only, all for Thee.
Take myself and I will be
ever, only, all for Thee.
Here am I, all of me.
Take my life, it's all for Thee.
I wrote a lesson that I'm teaching this week as well as last week on surrendering our obstacles for more time to walk in rythm with God. It is very intelligent and sounds pretty good, full of thoughtful points and fun illustrations. It is also tremendously difficult to carry out in real life (like most good messages are).
About a year ago, I was blessed with an iPod video. I lost it, found it, scratched it, and updated it with hypernormal frequency. Last week, as I was putting the final touches on Wednesday night, iPod went bad. The only thing that shows up on it is a weird frowny face and a website that doesn't really help anything. Now I love Jesus, I try to surrender my will to Him daily, I was even a hippie for about 3 years. But when that thing broke, all of my patience broke with it. I thought for about an hour that my night was ruined (along with the rest of my musical appreciation career). I mean, how was I supposed to play music without an iPod? How did they do it 5 years ago? For a guy who had a cassette player in his car until 2 years ago, I was pretty pathetic. With prayer and humble honesty, I got over my anguish.
For the night that is.
Then, as the week went on, I found that my tiny technological friend had a gargantuan foothold in my mind. It was as if the backdrop had been removed from my school play, leaving a dreary black landscape with which to play out my mediocre drama.
On Monday, Troy came back from the Congo with stories. Tales of poverty and gratefulness for minor prescription dugs and cough syrup. My heart and mind finally started to crack and shift from its inward focus and direction. I started to really give up was not mine. And then today it hit me:
NOTHING IS MINE
Everything that is in my possesion is an extended line of credit, freely given from our loving Father. It is His to use how He chooses, and His to take when He chooses. How powerful and ancient of a truth, to give back to the Ruler of the universe what He created, and watch him use it the right way. I still miss the stupid little box, and I might get around to calling AppleCare to try and get it fixed.
But I'm learning.
NOTHING IS MINE
consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
every power as You choose.
Take my will and make it Thine
it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is Thine own
it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord I pour
at Your feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be
ever, only, all for Thee.
Take myself and I will be
ever, only, all for Thee.
Here am I, all of me.
Take my life, it's all for Thee.
I wrote a lesson that I'm teaching this week as well as last week on surrendering our obstacles for more time to walk in rythm with God. It is very intelligent and sounds pretty good, full of thoughtful points and fun illustrations. It is also tremendously difficult to carry out in real life (like most good messages are).
About a year ago, I was blessed with an iPod video. I lost it, found it, scratched it, and updated it with hypernormal frequency. Last week, as I was putting the final touches on Wednesday night, iPod went bad. The only thing that shows up on it is a weird frowny face and a website that doesn't really help anything. Now I love Jesus, I try to surrender my will to Him daily, I was even a hippie for about 3 years. But when that thing broke, all of my patience broke with it. I thought for about an hour that my night was ruined (along with the rest of my musical appreciation career). I mean, how was I supposed to play music without an iPod? How did they do it 5 years ago? For a guy who had a cassette player in his car until 2 years ago, I was pretty pathetic. With prayer and humble honesty, I got over my anguish.
For the night that is.
Then, as the week went on, I found that my tiny technological friend had a gargantuan foothold in my mind. It was as if the backdrop had been removed from my school play, leaving a dreary black landscape with which to play out my mediocre drama.
On Monday, Troy came back from the Congo with stories. Tales of poverty and gratefulness for minor prescription dugs and cough syrup. My heart and mind finally started to crack and shift from its inward focus and direction. I started to really give up was not mine. And then today it hit me:
NOTHING IS MINE
Everything that is in my possesion is an extended line of credit, freely given from our loving Father. It is His to use how He chooses, and His to take when He chooses. How powerful and ancient of a truth, to give back to the Ruler of the universe what He created, and watch him use it the right way. I still miss the stupid little box, and I might get around to calling AppleCare to try and get it fixed.
But I'm learning.
NOTHING IS MINE
posted by Trevor Pegues at 9:27 AM
1 Comments:
NOTHING IS MINE....Unfortunately, I think people in the CA fires are having to learn that as well. I've tried putting myself in that position. If I knew I only had minutes to decide what to take, what would it be? I would be sad to lose "stuff", but most importantly would be my family being safe.
I was just reading in Matthew about knowing when end times are coming and it says we are not to go back in and grab anything. Guess we should start living that way now. Hold on loosely, it's God's, not ours. If we hold on too tightly, there's no room for God to continue to bless us. (Ever do that where you clench your fist for about 30 seconds and then open your hand? - the tighter you grip, the harder it is to open)
BUT the flesh wants the Ipod, nice car, nice house, money, etc.
Keep up the good work!
Still learning,
Karen
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