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// September 2nd, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Perspectives, Reflection, video

Clay (in Your Hands)

// August 30th, 2008 // No Comments » // Perspectives, Prayer, Songs

By Willem Jongejan

Written 8/20-21/08

V1: You are greater than all of this.

You’re creator of all of this.

You’re the potter of all of us.

PC: We are clay in Your hands.

We are clay in Your hands.

C1: (so) Mold me, Lord.

(so) Mold me, Lord.

Shape me, as only You know how.

C2: (so) Move me, Lord.

(so) Move me, Lord.

Shake me, as only You know how.

C3: (so) Hold me, Lord.

(so) Hold me, Lord.

Love me, as only You know how.

PC \

C123 > [vamp?]

C3 /

The spotlight's on…

// March 12th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // Life, Perspectives

…and I’m frozen in place. I’m standing next to the stage, still shrouded in the protection of the curtain. I’m on the precipice of all of these great things just waiting for me to take them and run with them, but I’m stalling. I’m waiting. I’m sitting back on my haunches going over my lines one last time.

Meanwhile, the crowd’s waiting. There they all are, seated and wondering why the spotlight is pointed at the side of the stage but nobody’s coming out. Nobody’s coming out to change their lives. Nobody’s coming out to share this great story, this good news, this amazing message of hope. They’ve waited their entire lives for this one moment: this moment when this person they’ve known for so long, some not so long, but this person who has gone through this routine that includes each and every one of them. I’ve been going through this religious routine that includes study, scripture, prayer, and doing absolutely nothing about it.

Dress rehearsals are over. I know my lines. I’m in the costume of the armor of God. I’m as prepared as I need to be. I have this Holy Spirit filling my heart. I’m ready.

And yet, here I am; standing next to the stage waiting for my cue. How am I so blind? How am I so deaf? How am I so dumb? How, after this miraculous change in my life, after feeling His presence come over me so many times, after witnessing demons and miracles and hearing His voice so many times, how am I still quivering behind the curtain, looking over my lines one last time? Just one more time, then I’ll be ready. They’ll never know what hit ‘em!

So far, the only thing hitting them is the notion that they’ve heard and seen nothing from me. Nothing at all, because I’m too busy getting ready to give them a show. Curtain was months ago, yet here I am, yet again, standing backstage.

This is the depression that’s been plaguing me of late.

And this is the notion that just struck me: there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. I just got the new choir CD for Spring and Summer and I have this song on repeat. I was told to listen to it tonight. I was told by a pastor. I was told by his wife because it might be a good fit for a solo audition. I was told by the Holy Spirit inside of me. I didn’t know what the point was. I didn’t get the message, because I just had it on; I wasn’t listening to it. Then I started my self-examination. I started looking inside and seeing why I feel like I’m not living the life I need to live. I’m miles closer to God and closer to my fulfilling life than I was three years ago, last year, last month; but I’m nowhere near where I need to be. I’m stuck in the middle of a tunnel, dazed, confused, and wondering what’s going to leap out of the dark and hit me next. When I finally took the time to listen to the song, I found that my eyes had opened, my internal compass had righted itself, and I knew which direction to turn. Lo and behold, there’s a light ahead. It’s the light of hope. It’s the light of my destination. It’s my God clarifying and lighting the path before me.

Simultaneously, the darkness lifts. The light isn’t just at the end of the tunnel. It’s in the tunnel. It’s coming from the hope in my heart; the fire rekindled inside of me. It’s still a tunnel, but that makes it so much easier to focus on my destination. No distractions. No offshoots. Straight as an arrow.

I blinked just now, and I just noticed my cue. I’m on. The crowd isn’t going to know what hit ‘em, but they’ll walk away different.