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A Blast From the Past! This is a Pepsi commercial from the 1960s, but it shows much of the original Disneyland.
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The Snowflake Prayer
by Charles Whiston
Whiston, a priest and missionary, prayed this pray every day for many years.
Here is how Jeff Goins of Adventure in Missions describes Whiston's prayer:
"He believed that over time, this prayer would be like one snowflake falling upon another.
If you pray it once or twice, it wouldn't make much of a difference, but if you prayed it again and again, it could change your life (and the lives of others).
As snowflakes compact against each other on a mountainside, they grow in density and size. Ultimately, they form a glacial mass that can chip away at the roughest pieces of rock."
The snowflake prayer.
O Lord Jesus Christ:
to your holy claim upon me,
I give myself anew to you this day;
All that I am, all that I have,
To be wholly and unconditionally
yours for your using.
Take me away from myself,
And use me up
As you will,
When you will,
Where you will,
With whom you will.
I recently read this on Tammy Maltby's blog who I had the pleasure of hearing her speak about five years ago. I love this post and I love her blog!
This is a post she shared written by Seth Barns president of AIM (Adventures in Missions).
Permission to Fail
by Seth Barns
Failure need not be final. Failure is a temporary set back. You have been given all the permission you need to enter into the life you have been called to live.
1. Permission to come aboard
What permission do you feel you need? You succeeding doesn't have to be an ego trip. God built you to win, to crush the enemy under your heel. Setting the captives free is success; when you do that, it's not about you, but the person you freed. So get over yourself and remember what Marianne Williamson wrote.
Our Deepest Fear (by Marianne Williamson)
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
I love this blog post I read on Wrecked for the Ordinary!
The Power of Storytelling
by Brooke Luby
*Joshua had a flashy bright blue shirt that made him stand out from his friends. He was HIV positive, like the rest of the 13 kids he lived with, but it didn't stop him from running around, popping balloons, and constantly grinning. Years earlier, his mother was in the final stages of AIDS. She couldn't get treatment, and soon the pain became unbearable. She set fire to herself-burning alive in order to escape this world. He was three years old at the time.
*Pria looks like a Bollywood version of Shirley Temple with her bouncy black curls and infectious smile. She is six years old and the size of a three year old. When she was only two, her mom didn't want to take care of her and her brother anymore, so she decided to starve them.
She locked them in a mud hut and left them alone for weeks. They managed to survive on leaves that blew in under the door, and mud that washed in when it rained. Pria still goes by the nickname "baby" because of her size when she was rescued.
As I sit in these children's homes in India listening to these incredible stories, I feel humbled and honored. I am amazed God would choose me to be the recipient of the redemption and grace showing in these kids' lives.
The greatest gift anyone can give you is their story. In our Western "what's marketable" mentality, we immediately want to package up stories and sell them to people. That is what I am facing in India. I am here to learn people's stories, write them down, and hope that they will provide the spark needed to light a fire of public generosity.
But what if I can't convince anyone of anything? Does that mean I am a failure?
I came to India to try to change things. What I didn't expect (as in every other journey) was how much these stories would change me.
If our intent is to change people through our art, maybe we have it wrong. Maybe true art never has an agenda. What if people getting motivated, awakened, or stirred out of their apathy isn't my job? What if it was a side effect of a greater reality happening?
Perhaps the point is the storytelling, period. It is sacred by itself. The act of speaking out names and life events validate their existence. Putting them on paper says that they matter.
"The time is coming when everything will be revealed; all that is secret will be made public. Whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered behind closed doors will be shouted from the housetops for all to hear!" (Luke 12:2-3)
I believe storytelling is much more than an ancient art around a campfire, or a group of kids in a circle at the library. It is eternally important; it is spiritual warfare. The act of daring to speak out truth by putting it on paper is a brave one; it is lighting a candle where there was only darkness before. In doing this, we bring the kingdom of Heaven to Earth.
In the kingdom, shouting from a sunny rooftop what was only whispered in the darkness is poetry. It is aligning yourself with God's heart; it is entering into a battle you know you will ultimately be victorious in.
Storytelling also does something to the storyteller. If you allow it to get under your skin, in really hearing of someone's tragedy, you are in a small way entering into their suffering with them. This is what Jesus did. In the same way, you get to hope with them and rejoice in their victories. I have found myself trying to avoid this in India. Some of the stories are just too painful. But I think in avoiding it, we miss out on life, because we avoid the beauty within the redemption. In the end, we always cheat ourselves when we attempt to avoid suffering-it is futile.
Madeleine L'Engle says it best in Walking On Water, "The artist cannot hold back from entering into another's pain. It is impossible, because writing, or any other discipline of art, involves participation in suffering, in the occasional stabbing of joys that come from being part of the human drama."
The redemptive lives of Pria and Joshua may never be best selling books. But now, because you have read this, one more person has entered into their stories. As any good story, it spreads and multiplies one person at a time, through a whisper in an ear, a chat over coffee, a shout from the rooftop. Light enters into dark corners, truth beats deception, and what was unknown is suddenly known.
What stories are hidden behind those old eyes?
That face, scarred by burns?
If I could decipher your foreign tongue, I would.
If I could open your heart and read it like I book, I would.
What brought you here, to this time and place,
To intersect your life and mine?
Have you ever found love?
What are your dreams, your hopes?
How do you see the world?
In a moment, a flash, a look, a nod,
Tears flowing at the same time
I know, perhaps beyond all differences
We are made of the same ingredients,
Just slightly re-arranged
Maybe 8,000 years from now
We will be neighbors
Then we'll sit on my front porch, drinking wine
And I'll finally hear your story
(*Names have been changed)