A Cracked Windshield of Faith

Life has been pretty packed lately. I’ve been pretty convicted to try and build community with believers and to pursue evangelistic outreach to the societal “outcasts”. Organizing events requires a ton of work and a ton of grace. I’ve also started writing songs/spoken word again and have even recorded a few. Church has been really amazing lately and God has been really using it to show me a greater portion of His glory. Everything has been pointing to him: the books I read for seminary (and there are a TON OF THEM!), conversations with friends and new believers, the people I meet… but then again… everything does point to him.

I was just laying around thinking about the day I was saved. For those of you who haven’t had a chance to check out the song (click here) is the spark notes version. Hopefully, when I finish the “documentary” you’ll get to hear the longer story. At any rate, I was thinking about when Christ saved and claimed me… I was thinking about what it meant to really serve him and on the day he saved me I asked for one stipulation: Lord don’t let me be a mediocre Christian. I wanted to burn with a passion for him that never faded and never ceased. Most importantly, I wanted to love him and not this world.

I’ve been reading A.W. Tozer’s The Pursuit of God and that coupled with my weekly dose of John Owen has got me thinking about what it means to have a true relationship with God. How can we be so passionless about this at times? Sadly, I fall occasionally fall into this complacency with the gospel. But how can we become numb to our souls being saved from eternal torment and well-deserved wrath? How can we interact with the lover of our souls without an overwhelming and passionate love for him?

I won’t belabor the point, I could but I won’t. If you’re reading this blog, I do encourage you to burn “white-hot”. It’s a term I hear in sports over and over again to describe someone who’s in the zone. They’re unhittable, on a scoring tear, or are simply destroying all competition. Be white-hot for Christ. Don’t settle for the trinkets of this world when you have the opportunity to experience the Glory of Christ… that phrase should mean something to you. Don’t sit around and wait for some spontaneous overflow of emotion but go out and pursue God. Read his word, serve his people, preach his gospel… make him the center of your life, catch flame, and radiate his beauty for the world to see.

From Worship to Grill-Outs

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Real Christianity

It’s been about a week and a half since my last post ☹. Sorry, I’ve been crazy busy lately. Kind of having a soapbox moment but before I get there I want to give yal a quick update on the life and times of Danny Hill.

I spent most of this past week preparing a Bible Talk for the Adult Bible Fellowship the church I go to here in Houston. It went pretty well.I’ve posted a link with the notes from it here. Hosea 11 is a beast. God really beat me up about it early in the week and I definitely had an embarrassing moment or two (insurance for humility…?) but overall God really used that time and to both touch me as well as the others that around me.

This past weekend the Goose to my Maverick (wait for it…) was packing up to leave Houston. He’s getting married and we got a chance to kick it before I left to go home for a bit. It’ll be weird to live in Houston sans one of the “realist” Christians I’ve met. Last night, in the epitome of emo moments, I read Paul’s farewell to the church in Ephesus and it really struck a chord with me. On one hand I’m geeked about him getting married and about God using this time to prepare him for missions, but on the other hand Houston and Philly are far as heck away and knowing that another good friend will be far away kind of sucks. Makes me yearn for Heaven.

At any rate, we went to Hunstville State Park (I’ll post a video later this week) and it was a blast. It looked more like Virginia than Texas (i.e. it was beautiful) and we spent about 4-5 hours hiking and talking about everything from theology to experiences in God. Halfway through the walk, we stopped and did some serious 1-on-1 time with the Creator of All and marveled at his creation. It was good to get away from the business of city life and really reflect on God, my sinfulness, and the grace that has been showered upon me. I also got a chance to see an armadillo.

Okay. SOAPBOX Moment: I’m extremely disappointed in the isolation that takes place in saints. Many times we’re so busy trying to perpetuate the image of “a good Christian” that we don’t share our struggles and our battles with each other. I understand that we don’t need to pity each other in our struggles with sin, but the Bible clearly states: “Confess your sins to one another”. We aren’t mercenaries or assassins; we’re a body, an army of saints. We fight together. How can I pray for you if you don’t tell me what you’re struggling with? How can I admonish you, rebuke you, correct you, or guide you in love if you hide your failures and shortcomings (didn’t Adam and Eve try to do this…)? I encourage Christians to treat each other as friends and family members and fight sin together. I need you/my fellow saints to call me out on my sin, encourage me in righteousness, yell at me to "man up", remind me of the blessings of Christ... etc. We were saved to community and created to need each other.

More than a little Homesick...

Just got back into Houston and I have come to the resounding conclusion that Chicago is the greatest city in the world. Now I know what you’re thinking: “Hey, you haven’t been to every city in the world!” Well frankly it doesn’t matter. Chicago takes the cake, pizza, calzone, rib-tip, and sub. Man I love that city!

It was a very relaxing weekend. I got the chance to hang out with my Uncle and break my p90x diet by gorging out on Giordano’s Pizza (THE BEST!!) for about three days straight. My dad also came down from Michigan for the first two days and spending time with him is always a plus. Tons of laughs, food, and good times (lactose intolerance aside…). God definitely answered prayers for nice weather and diverted the thunderstorms everywhere but Chicago for the weekend. In fact, as I was walking down the street, he literally stopped the rain and brought out the sun (THANKS!! ).

The last day I was able to head into the city and spend some time with Corbin, a good friend of mine and current student at Moody. When we weren’t embarrassing ourselves on Lake Michigan (I definitely need to hang up the soccer cleats), we were having some seriously high-quality conversations about missions, theology, South Africa, and the sovereignty of God. Calvinism was another topic we touched on for a moment as we debated the “free-will” of man versus the absolute sovereignty of God (we’re nerds and proud of it!).

Getting on the airplane, I re-realized how hard it is to be apart from the people I love (tear) but yet, how necessary it is for the salvation of souls. Honestly, it made me yearn for Heaven (insert May 21th rapture joke here). I desperately wish for a time when people won’t get older, families won’t splinter apart, and economic hardship won’t restrict family interactions. One of my best friends in Houston is leaving in a few weeks to get married, my best friend since ever just went back to Germany, and my baby sister is heading off to Atlanta… As happy as I am for them and the plan that God has for their lives, I know that I’ll miss out on moments and, perhaps most importantly, miss them. That = sadness. But as always our comfort can’t be in this world, it has to be in the Cross where Christ gave believers the ability to enjoy eternal community with Him, the Father, and other believers in a place that won’t perish, slip away, or fade into the background of distant memory.

But then again, I think that's a good thing. In some weird and ironic way, I think that God allows things to "end" here and relationships to "fade" in order to remind us that this planet isn't our home. And, as great as Chicago is (did I mention it's the greatest city in the world...?) and as complicated as life can get, we were made for something greater.

Well I'm back to the working world... as always:

Grace and peace

Older and... wiser?

This past week was ROUGH! Wow... Each night I was having some seriously disturbing dreams about things happening to my family and during the day I was severely stressed out about job stuff. God was gracious to me and I'm definitely thankful for the people who He's placed in my life and their encouragement.

Didn't really do a whole lot of fun and exciting things but Small Group bible study was amazing. For the first time in ever, I shut up and just asked questions. I could see God moving. Hopefully, this is something that continues and I'm able to honor God with it by putting more time into it on the front end. I really appreciate the honesty and openness of the people who are there. It's something I've taken for granted but true community is a gift from God. My relationship with a few of my friends is really starting to develop as we continue to push for openness.

Often Christians stay away from community in order to perpetuate/live up to the image of "a good Christian" but in reality, that's not what we were created to do. It creates a bunch of half-hearted and not-so-genuine friendships which leave people feeling isolated and alone. Real community is something that requires risk, requires faith, and requires love. I'm not an open type of guy but after a conversation with a friend a few weeks back, I realized that by not sharing my struggles with him I was perpetuating a competitive Christianity... that's not what God made us to be. We have to strive for unity, even if that requires our discomfort.

At any rate, today is the first day of me kind of starting the film project (fingers crossed!) and I'll let you know how it goes (maybe post a preview...?).

Grace and peace

Oatmeal... FOR BREAKFAST?!?!

Today was a rough one. I'm currently going through a trial that just... doesn't look like its going to end... I was almost at a breaking point earlier (not that that really means anything) and to top it all off (!!!!!) it was a gray and rainy day in Houston while it was 82 degrees in the state I just left.

I always get the feeling that I'm a tad dramatic (there may be some truth to that statement) and in the past, whenever something would come up I would moan and groan no matter how slight the inconvenience may have been (i.e. having to eat Oatmeal for breakfast again!!! OMG Who does that!!!). But now that I'm experiencing something that I probably should overreact to, I can't help feeling that "this too isn't that big a deal".

After reading some of John Owen's "The Glory of Christ" I was reminded of a familiar phrase: that which a man thinkith, so he is. Or, in the DEV, we turn into the thing we spend our time thinking about. Mark Driscoll wrote a pretty powerful piece on worship and how humans transform into the very thing we meditate on, dwell on, obsess over... etc. As abstract as that may seem, I tried to focus on the glory of Christ, Him becoming the atoning sacrifice. I tried to imagine what it felt like, what it looked like, how it was for Him to do the things He did and was actually able obtain peace in the middle of my life's hurricane.

I actually had no intention of posting this but please keep me in prayer (big meeting tomorrow) and I definitely encourage you to ignore the monotony of life, the discouraging moments lest you become them. Instead, focus on the only thing that is above, the only thing that is greater than the indigestion caused by life's daily dry oats boiled in hot water (just when you thought I couldn't bring it back!!)... and try to wrap your mind around the person of Christ.

Grace and peace

French Toasted...

Today was my second to last day of “home visit”... It’s been a complicated journey. On one hand, I definitely enjoy being around my family and A2 has some of the best food in the world (Shout out to BEEZY’S... BEST FRENCH TOAST EVER!!!). But at the same point and time, I’m here to help a good friend grieve the loss of his mother... How do you celebrate mother’s day when your brother is still writhing from the pain of losing his own? Yeah... complicated would be an understatement.

I could try to make some weak spiritual metaphor about how French Toast relates to justification or imputation (she imputed the goodness of the french toast and the whipped cream covers it like a...) but I’ll spare you from the half hearted metaphor.

Instead, I’d rather focus on pleasure for a moment. Many times, although I fear it is far too seldom, people talk about how God purposes our pain. They talk about how God uses our pain to point us back to him in some form or fashion. I agree and believe that is definite and certain truth. Christ promised that we’d suffer and we should count it as an honor (Paul did...). But God also created us with a desire to experience pleasure and every once and awhile we get a chance to cherish that moment. As I slowly chewed the baked blackberries that were delicately placed inside the moist toast and licked the plate clean of lemon flavored whipped cream... I thought to myself, man this is good. In moments such as that, we should take the time to enjoy the Earth that God created for us to enjoy.

John Piper states over and over again in his book Desiring God “God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him.” Now don’t take this out of context and go off the deep end trying and experiencing the depths of lust. No, the pleasures God has laid up for us transcend anything the world could offer. But that being said, he made this Earth and declared that at one point in time it was good. For some reason He has not destroyed it to this point. In glorifying Him, let’s enjoy Him, be pleased with Him, and enjoy the things that He’s created as a demonstration of His infinite glory.

As I’ve said far too many times this week with far too much seriousness: Thank you Lord for allowing me to live in a time period of frozen coffee, MP3 players, acoustic guitars, and Beezy’s. And thank you most of all for giving me the grace to enjoy them with you.

As always: Grace and peace...