sunnudagur, nóvember 27, 2005

Fire In My Bones

Fire In My Bones by J. Lee Grady:

I Think We Lost Pentecost.
In our quest to become sophisticated Christians, it seems we“ve lost our spiritual edge. We must recover the power of the Holy Spirit.


I spent this past weekend doing what I love most-teaching and encouraging a group of leaders from a local church. We had a proposed agenda for Friday night and all day Saturday, but we quickly scrapped that outline and let God have His way. As we prayed and prophesied over each person, the spiritual temperature of that church went from cool to hot within 24 hours.

After Sunday morning“s message, in which I shared how I was filled with the Holy Spirit, the altar was jammed with people who wanted that experience for themselves. More folks lined up for prayer after the service, too, including a young man who needed to get his heart right with God.

When the Holy Spirit is present in power, spiritual hunger rises. Healing and joy are released. The flame inside us is fanned into a blaze, and our dying embers come alive.

But as I look around at the church today, even among congregations that use the Pentecostal label, it appears that Pentecost has become a stale concept. Many churches have intentionally turned their spiritual thermostats way down below room temperature?in an effort to be relevant and sophisticated.

We wanted to fit in with the culture so badly that we moved uptown, reinvented our message and remodeled our altars. I“m all for making changes to reach a new audience. But I fear that the fire on the altar went out while we were buying our expensive sound systems and installing our coffee bars.

Today we“ve invented a new variety of dry religion. It looks nothing like your grandmother“s three-hymns-and-a-boring-lecture. Today“s version includes upbeat music, a casual dress code, relaxed meeting times and short popcorn sermons. We even use PowerPoint and movie clips! We“re proud to say: "Hey, look at us! We“re not religious!"

But let“s remember that if we aren“t open to the fresh, spontaneous moving of the Holy Spirit-and if we aren“t willing to take the risks involved with Pentecost-then our trendy, postmodern worship experience will become as boring as a three-hour pipeorgan concert.

Please hear me. I“m not saying there“s anything wrong with PowerPoint or coffee lounges. I“m glad we have cordless microphones and Jumbotron video screens. But there“s nothing worse than an American megachurch full of high-tech gadgets that is devoid of genuine spiritual life.

Does anybody out there notice that something is missing?

Look around at your own church. Is the Holy Spirit welcome? Is there a sense of holy expectancy? How long has it been since someone gave a prophecy or a message in tongues in a service? How long has it been since a sick person came to the altar for healing? How long has it been since someone was so overcome by conviction that they ran to the altar for salvation? Is there freedom for the Holy Spirit to move, or are things so regimented that God can“t interrupt?

I want to scream out in a crowded church: "Where is the fire?" Many of us don“t even know to ask this. But it“s time to look beyond our slick facades and recover what“s been misplaced?before we lose a generation.

We are in the same predicament as the sons of the prophets who turned to Elisha for help (see 2 Kings 6:1-7). They were busy building their house when one of the men dropped his ax head in the Jordan River. He cried for help and Elisha supernaturally discerned where it was submerged. Then Elisha caused the heavy iron tool to float to the surface of the water.

In all our religious busyness we must recognize that we“ve lost the ax head. We may dress and perform like fashionable, high-tech, 21st century Christians, but we don“t have the power of Pentecost. We“ve become dull and helpless.

We must cry out. We must have the sharp edge of the Spirit to bring people to the point of conviction and repentance-and to spark the blaze that will engulf our nation in authentic spiritual revival.

J. Lee Grady is editor of Charisma and an award-winning journalist.

fimmtudagur, nóvember 17, 2005

Fyrirgefningin

Ķ hįdeginu ķ dag įtti ég skemmtilegt og gott samfélag viš nokkra vini mķna. Eitt af žvķ sem viš ręddum var fyrirgefningin og var m.a. ręddur munurinn į žvķ aš fyrirGEYMA og fyrirGEFA. Į žessu tvennu er mikill munur en sennilega alltof margir sem hafa sagst fyrirgefa eitthvaš en nota svo żmis tękifęri til žess aš rifja upp t.d. mistök sem hafa veriš gerš og įttu aš vera fyrirgefin.

Drottinn varpar syndum okkar ķ haf gleymskunnar og minnist žeirra ekki framar, žegar viš bišjum hann um aš fyrirgefa okkur. Lķkjum eftir Honum og gleymum en ekki geymum žegar viš erum bešin fyrirgefningar.

mišvikudagur, nóvember 16, 2005

Kaldur karl



Bjarki og hlébaršinn.

žrišjudagur, nóvember 15, 2005

Einfaldur smekkur

"Ég hef mjög einfaldan smekk; Ég er įvallt sįttur viš žaš besta."

Oscar Wilde

fimmtudagur, nóvember 10, 2005

Sweet sixteen !

Fyrir sextįn įrum sķšan leit ég augum ķ fyrsta sinn dreng sem tók sķn fyrstu andköf og žandi lungun ķ mótmęlaskyni viš hjśkkuna sem lamdi ķ bossann į honum. Vona žó aš vitnisburšur hans verši seinna meir ekki eins og vinar mķn Valda L.J., sem sagši aš allt frį žeirri stundu hefši hann veriš laminn af konum, ķ žaš minnsta kvartaši hann ķ žetta skiptiš, hvaš sem seinna veršur.

En hver er žessi drengur? Žann 10. nóvember 1989, fyrir 16 įrum sķšan kom hann Gušni Pétur minn ķ heiminn eftir aš hafa lįtiš bķša eftir sér ķ hįlfan sólarhring, enda stór og stęšilegur 20 marka strįkur.

Žó svo mašur öšlist ekki lengur lagalegt sjįlfręši žegar mašur veršur sextįn, markar žessi aldur žįttaskil. Žetta er įriš sem framhaldskólinn byrjar og nżr heimur opnast, ašeins er įr ķ bķlprófiš og įkvaršanir varšandi framtķšina byrja aš taka į sig mynd sem aš lokum leiša til žess aš gengin er braut sem meš Gušshjįlp mun fęra einstaklingnum gęfu og gjörvileika.

Til hamingju meš sextįn įrin Pésinn minn.

mįnudagur, nóvember 07, 2005

Valdi velur aš blogga

Enn bętist ķ hóp bloggara. Nś hefur Valdi vinur minn Jślķusson bęst ķ hópinn. Bloggiš hans er aš finna undir slóšinni "http://blog.central.is/valdij", žś getur lķka fariš beint inn į bloggiš hans hér.

žrišjudagur, nóvember 01, 2005

Nżtt hlutverk

Žegar viš Sigrśn hófum bśskap fyrir tuttugu og eitthvaš įrum (vį hvaš tķminn er fljótur aš lķša), var įkvešiš hlutverk afar fjarri. Sennilega var ekki einu sinni hugsaš um žaš, enda viš upptekin viš aš koma okkur upp heimili, byggja hśs og sinna barnauppeldi. En tķminn lķšur og žetta hlutverk er ekki ašeins ķ ótiltekinni framtķš, heldur dagsett. Įętlaš žann 21. mars 2006 mun lķta dagsins ljós fyrsta afa og ömmubarniš okkar Sigrśnar. Viš erum sem sagt aš verša afi og amma, ótrślegt en satt (finnst okkur). Žó svo aš ég verši giftur ömmu eftir 21. mars, bķš ég eftir žessu hlutverki meš óžreyju og hlakka mikiš til. Og žaš sem meira er, viš vitum hvort žaš veršur strįkur eša stelpa. Viš ķ strįkafjölskyldunni munum................ skrollašu nišur ef žś vilt vita meira........



munum ekki lengur verša strįkafjölskylda, heldur mun lķtil Edgars- og Gušrśnardóttir bętast ķ hópinn. :)