the upper room and the chains of culture

there's this little room upstairs here in niverville, where i gather with a small handful of students each week, to pray for our little town and school. we meet before school, so it's pretty hardcore for these kids to be coming...and yet they come. warm beds beckon them, complacent crowds discourage them, religion does not demand this of them, but still a few do come.

we gathered today, and i'm recalling right now that i had shared that in our busyness - that's when we need God the most! so instead of shelving our relationship with him, we seek him when we "should" be doing other things...and see what happens when we trust him. so there's my sermon, and i have to laugh as this was said early this morning, and only now, midnight, i think about it again...and realize i've been going non-stop since then and pretty much lived out the antithesis of my sermon. eat my words.

but there's always redemption, for me, and for our little niverville. sometimes i think this ol' town is goin' down. it feels like there's a vast sea of grey, where people fence sit in spiritual apathy, but recently i've heard some people claim blatant non-christian stances. this is rare for niverville. call me morbid, but i'm actually kind of excited about this, for it seems like something is awakening. there's also a group of us young adults going through a dvd series called truth project, which is a strong anti-fence-sitting tool. i guess i'm not afraid of a challenge to the truth i believe in...for the truth will prevail. it's time we draw lines. it's time we see the chains of our culture and let the gospel set the captives free.

i think these kids in the upper room are helping to draw lines. booya.