AYOLD pt. 3

We need to stop and take stock in the somple things. How much do i ahve how much have i been blessed with. Can I offer someone a drink in the name of Jesus. Can I possibly spare one the coats in my closet to keep someone warn. Can i look at people with the eyes of Jesus? All simple but deep questions how much is enough or to much. God made His creation with such detail and beauty can we not take time to see it and praise Him and stop stabbing each other in the back. Can we lift someone up instead of pushing them down? Check out the word to this Rich mullins song. Well until next time. Let get out of our plastic worlds and live dangerously for our Savior.
God Bless
Pastor Rob
P.S. Here Are The Lyrics
"Well the moon moved past Nebraska And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills And angels danced on Jacob's stairs Yeah they danced on Jacob's stairs There is this silence in the Badlands And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled By the whisper of a prayer The whisper of a prayer And the single hawk bursts into flight And in the east the whole horizon is in flames I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name I can feel the earth tremble Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves And the fury in the pheasant's wings And there's fury in a pheasant's wings It tells me the Lord is in His temple And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move And a love that can make the heavens ring And I've seen love make heaven ring Where the sacred rivers meet Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name From the place where morning gathers You can look sometimes forever 'til you see What time may never know What time may never know How the Lord takes by its corners this old world And shakes us forward and shakes us free To run wild with the hope To run wild with the hope The hope that this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain And I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name And I know this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And with the prairies I am calling out Your name"