This word was in my dreams last night for the whole night. When I finally woke up, it was all I could think about. I wasn't even sure what it meant, until I looked it up in the dictionary just now.
ecumenical |ˌekyəˈmenikəl| adjective representing a number of different Christian churches See note at universal . • promoting or relating to unity among the world's Christian churches : ecumenical dialogue.
The word combination ecumenical grace. I could see the word imprinted on the air. I have no idea why I would wake up this dream. It very well may be meaningless, I don't know. Maybe Geoff mentioned it in a conversation, or one of the sermons I was listening to last night had it. I'm going to go back and see if that's the case at some point today.
Mainly, I just want to make a note of it. I dream a lot.
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Who?
- Kent
- Flower Mound, Texas, United States
Down The Rabbit Hole
Welcome
Jesus rescued me on September 19, 1995 in Kirbyville, Texas. Since that time, I have made idols in my life that I let take over my mind, passion, and heart. May it never be again! In March of 2006, Miranda Stephenson, a friend from Kirbyville I had not seen since we threw high school graduation caps in the air nearly ten years ago, called me. After catching up for a while, she asked me if I had a church home.
I cannot express how this floored me. For the past month, I had given up on life. Many times, I asked God to let me sleep forever. I was finished, devastated, tired, done, finished. The only prayer I had left was to ask for help. I pleaded with him to give me a church home. But I had no idea where to start. I felt hopeless.
Jesus, through Miranda, answered my prayer by asking a simple question, "Do you have a church home?" I said, "No." Miranda invited me to her church. She described it as, "A small place with a pastor who is passionate about the Lord, and truth. A place where people love the Lord, and love each other."
The moment I walked into the Village Church, in Highland Village, Texas, I felt like I was home. I cannot explain it. The Holy Spirit just spoke to me tenderly. He let me sink into his arms. He let me collapse into healing hands. What absolutely blew me away about the Village was not the pastor, not the music, but the people. They cared about each other. They hugged with an intensity that burst through. They listened to each other with a passion that compelled questions. They cared.
I drove away from my first night thanking God for his faithfulness, for hearing my cry, and for the obedience of his daughter Miranda. That night changed my life in a way that is second only to the night I was saved.
Since that time, I've had the honor and blessing of becoming a covenant member of the Village. My church is truly my family. God has blessed me with an intimate circle of friends, brothers and sisters in Christ that inspire, challenge, and encourage me every day. Leaders that leave me with stupid grins on my face because of their testimonies, honesty, and care.
I could write forever about what God has done in my life, and the beautiful people he lets me know. Some of their stories are links on the Shadow Forest.
But now I want to help others. He has done so much for me, but I want to move forward, and pour out all that he has given me into those who are hurting, lost, and mired in darkness as I was.
I hope and pray this blog will help do that in some way. Even if it is just a little.
Movies
- Braveheart
- City Of Angels
- Crash
- Dead Poets Society
- Finding Neverland
- Gladiator
- Good Will Hunting
- It's A Wonderful Life
- Lord Of The Rings
- Pride And Prejudice
- Rocky
- Star Wars Saga
Books
- A Sacred Journey
- A Severe Mercy
- Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
- Pride And Prejudice
- The Journey Of Desire
- When People Are Big And God Is Small
1 comment:
that would be cool if it did mean something! Hey check out the film "Into the Silence".....it looks really interesting.....
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