A Lowenbrau meditation
It's late, and there is a glass of Lowenbrau Original on my desk. Dylan is talking about Erick Von Schmidt, then singing his words, but they are not really his anymore. They belong to Dylan. A folk song is anyone's song, I suppose. The voice of the people, kind of like an independent newspaper, but with more interesting writing.
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"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart by pleasing to you, O LORD my Rock and my Redeemer." - Psalm 19:14
This verse has been such a comfort to me over the past week. Lately I've been struggling with my place in academia, trying to find a grounding point. It is so easy to get completely bewildered among all the "hollow and deceptive philosophies" that are presented, even in a Christian university. I find it a constant temptation to separate the spiritual from the academic, to fall into dualism. This verse helps me to find footing and to invite Christ to be the Lord of my mouth and my heart.
Are the meditations of my heart pleasing to you, oh God? Transform and renew my mind so that I can use the knowledge that I gain and turn it into wisdom, that I might be useful in your Kingdom. As I go about the daily tasks that you have given me, let me do so with bare feet, recognizing the burning bushes that show your intimate presence in this world.
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"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart by pleasing to you, O LORD my Rock and my Redeemer." - Psalm 19:14
This verse has been such a comfort to me over the past week. Lately I've been struggling with my place in academia, trying to find a grounding point. It is so easy to get completely bewildered among all the "hollow and deceptive philosophies" that are presented, even in a Christian university. I find it a constant temptation to separate the spiritual from the academic, to fall into dualism. This verse helps me to find footing and to invite Christ to be the Lord of my mouth and my heart.
Are the meditations of my heart pleasing to you, oh God? Transform and renew my mind so that I can use the knowledge that I gain and turn it into wisdom, that I might be useful in your Kingdom. As I go about the daily tasks that you have given me, let me do so with bare feet, recognizing the burning bushes that show your intimate presence in this world.
posted by Ryan at Thursday, October 30, 2008
3 Comments:
Amen.
I dig that last sentence. And I completely miss those burning bushes far too often.
Love.
I like this:
"A folk song is anyone's song, I suppose. The voice of the people, kind of like an independent newspaper, but with more interesting writing."
this was convicting.
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