keep me guessing. these lines on the road.

Approachable?

One of my favorite actors is Tom Hanks. Rarely, if ever, would you find someone disagreeing that he his one of the greatest @ his craft. 

Road to Perdition is a movie that, in part, captures the relationship between a father and son. Tom Hanks plays a father who works as a hit man for the mofia. His son has a sense of mystery, wonder, and awe about his father. 

Didn’t you growing up? 

I often wondered what he did all day, you know - work. What’s it like to be an adult, I’d ask myself. Some of the times I would want to ask what he did but often I really wouldn’t care as long as he came home and we could hang out. 

There is a Scene in the movie when the boy is asked by his mother to tell his father dinner is ready. 

The boy showed an emotion of fear. His father just returned from work and was changing. The boy walked slowly up the stairs. The wooden stairs probably gave the father fair warning. The boy seemed to take forever to get to his father’s bedroom door. 

The door was slightly opened. The boy peered into the room and at the same moment Tom Hanks turns around and makes eye contact with his son. The Son sees him putting away a gun. 

He quickly tells his father it’s time for dinner and runs downstairs. 

Is your father approachable? 

Today in Rhythm (our jr. sen high class ) we talked about how our past will haunt us if we don’t address it. One of the students said, we don’t need to talk to God because he knows everything. 

I asked them if he knows he forgives you and you know he cares than why not talk to him? 

silence. 

It was a good learning moment for everyone in the room, especially me. 

Is the paradox true - Do we yearn for a father but yet find God the Father unapproachable? 

Hebrews 10:19-22

Therefore, brothers since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God will a sincere heart  in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 

Sometime during the fall Sept-Oct Yom Kippur is celebrated - Day of Atonement. 

Once a year the High Priest would office a sacrifice to God. He would take the blood from the slain animal and throw it on the alter in an attempt to appease God. The High Priest was the only qualified person to perform this task. If he had unsettled sin he too would struck down by God and would have to be pulled out by a rope that was tied around his ankle. There was also the curtain that was believed to be the presence of God. 

My like the slightly cracked door in Road to Perdition. 

This text says because Jesus came and was murdered on the cross we no longer need to practice Yom Kippur - Jesus is our atoning sacrifice and Jesus’ torn body rips, shreds, drops, reveals the curtain that is between us and the Father. 

Jesus gives us full access to God. 

By way to the cross, God is approachable. 

Yet I wonder if the paradox still exists - Do you still approach the Father even though we know Jesus has made away for us to approach him. 

if not. 

why does it seem so risky and at times intimidating? 

AVETT BROTHER SHOW!

I just got back from my first Avett show. It was incredible! It’s been a year in the making. I’ve missed these boys twice in passing - once in cincy and once in salt lake city. They are touring all over. check ‘em out. itunes. 

Enjoy the 2 songs i posted. Murder in the City is one of my favorite Avett songs. If you don’t like the music listen to the lyrics - A-mazing! 

Faith my eyes

derek webb is one of my favorite musicians. faith my eyes is one of my favorite songs. it describes most of my life. i’ve had a lot of opportunity to travel and see the country from coast to coast. it’s been a great journey and most of it has just begun. 

faith my eyes…

As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I’m reminded of the streets of my hometown
How they’re much like this concrete that’s warm beneath my feet

And how I’m all wrapped up in my mother’s face
With a touch of my father just up around the eyes
And the sound of my brother’s laugh
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives

But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me
But I don’t want to know
Life is better off a mystery

So keep’em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I’ll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

Hometown weather is on TV
I imagine the lives of the people living there
And I’m curious if they imagine me
Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay

And to visit places from my past
But only for an hour or so
Which is long enough to smell the air
To tell the tale and find the door

But I get turned around
I mistake some happiness for blessing
But I’m blessed as the poor
Still I judge success by how I’m dressing

So I’ll sing a song of my hometown
I’ll breathe the air and walk the streets
Maybe find a place to sit and read
And the ants are welcome company

And I’ll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.
And I’ll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.