Finding Momentum

A Let­ter:

God, I want the real thing. Don’t let me set­tle for any­thing less.

I want to be around the crazy ones, whose hearts’ eyes fill to the brim with hopeLove­Faith and they see that ambi­tion ful­filled before their lives are over.

They are like Kerouac’s mad ones; mad to live, mad to burn, mad to throw them­selves reck­lessly on some­thing REAL. They don’t set­tle for less.

God, I want to know faith when life crum­bles. I want to know mercy when I am the least. I want to under­stand and some­how wrap my puny mind around a crumb of your grace.

I want more than reli­gion. I want more than Sun­day ser­vices and Mon­day hypocrisy. I know there’s more than an indus­try of Jesus rock songs or power chords in the key of E.

I want–SO MUCH–to believe you’re the one who pro­vides for me. I want to get over my past feel­ings of hurt and bit­ter­ness towards you and the way you may (or may not) have met my expec­ta­tions on my terms, I really do. Help me with my unbelief.

I feel like there is a vision I’ve lost–somewhere years ago it was in my pos­ses­sion. Vision, pas­sion, pur­pose. Not that I don’t have it now, but I remem­ber it so much clearer then.

There is some­thing real in here, I’ve been shown that so much recently…

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Some inter­est­ing Musi­cal Mashups I’d Like to Hear:
Wolf­gang Amadeus ‘(e)minem
Death Cab for Dizzy (Gillespie)