How do you Feed the King of Kings?

"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.' Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you,or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go visit you?'
The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." --Matthew 25:35-40


You and I see them everyday, if you don't, you either need a new pair of spiritual glasses or perhaps to just look in the right places.

The homeless, the poor, the starving. Those living on the streets all around us. It is the man on the corner with the sign proclaiming that he is a starving Vet in need of a hand, the woman and children selling water illegally out of ice chests on the side of US 19 on a hot summer's day, the man in line ahead of you at Wendy's through tears bartering his childhood baseball for a hamburger.

You see them, and you feel sorry for them, perhaps passing them a few dollars, but otherwise ignoring them.

-You want to help, but how? If you give them cash you are afraid they will simply spend it on booze or drugs, feeding a habit or maybe just trying to escape the life that has become the scary reality all around them.
-You want to help, but how? If you take them home and offer them an overnight rest on your couch, what if you wake up to an empty house, your stuff cleaned out and sold in a pawn shop.
-You want to help, but how? If you don't pay this bill they will turn off your electricity!

How can you ever hope to take what little you have been blessed with an help others?
How do you feed the hungry, provide drink to the thirsty, welcome the stranger, clothe the naked, look after the sick, visit the prisoner?

From the Broken Pieces Comes a New Creation

Its 5:30am. I have been wanting for weeks to wake up this early and have a morning quite time; today, God granted my wish. Yesterday some of you might have read my blog, and got a bit concerned for me. Although I the last thing I wanted to was a raise up the pity flag, I had to have an arena for the frustrations that have been building within me for the last several months...

I lost my focus, my purpose, my drive. I took my eyes off what mattered most, my Savior, and put them on myself; of course, this led to the current state of affairs.

Last summer I was challenged in Romania, when I was encountered with the fact that outside my small world of an 8-5 job and soaking up sunny Florida, there was a hurting world all around me.

But in the last 8 months, what have I done about it... nothing.

Time for a change. Far too long my focus has been inward. As of today, I no longer exist. I want to become a transparent vestal, a pot, created and formed for a purpose. I want to be filled, overflow, and pour out in service all that He blesses me with.
Its all on the line. My time, money, focus, thoughts. I want them all laid on the alter of sacrifice for His Kingdom and His service.

Lord, break me, make me new again, fill me up, pour me out, break me again, then use me to be a healing hand in a hurting world.


"I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you,
A broken man, the scattered pieces of who I am,
I tried so hard, thought I could do this on my own,
I have lost so much along the way.

Then I see your face,
I know I'm finaly yours.
I find everything I though I lost before.
You call my name.
I come to you in pieces, so you can make me whole."
--Pieces, by RED

We've Lost the Funk...can you feel that funk?

Okay, not to be one of those emo type that dumps random emotions into a blog.. but this is your warning, do not read further.

The opening line of the book I am writing states "Some time ago the hamster fell off the wheel…and frankly, I cannot remember when, but it has been a few years. I have grown tired, lax, and lazy. My zeal and pizazz are zapped by the daily gridlock and grind some of us in the city call “life.” Like a ship with mighty sails and no rudder, I aim to travel far, but find myself looping the bay in circles following the shoreline afraid of what deeper waters might hold..."

Frankly, I cannot think of a better way to express how I see my life right now. Yesterday I missed yet another friend's wedding; this being the third such even I was invited to in the last 6 month and was MIA despite my RSVP. I have been missing church, social events, and have become a reclusive homebody. I hate it.

I don't know what caused this, but I have lost the Funk, or rather gotten a bad case of it. If you are reading this, chances are you know me. I am a fun loving energetic person with a zest for life. I enjoy new things, road trips, and weekend adventures. I love to bike, having lost over 50lbs in 6 months doing said biking. However, in the last 6 months I have given up most activities that used to bring me joy, and began to live at home. At first it was due to the horrible migraine headaches that plagued me on a daily basis, but even those have subsided with the last one appearing over 2 months ago. During that time of extreme pain and frequent dizziness I was advised not to drive and became the homebody that I have slumped into today. Blockbuster employees see me more often that some of my friends. I drown myself in my work, and future dreams, often forgetting to live in the present and cease today for all the magnificance that it might potentially hold.

I just want my life back, but have no clue where to get it back from. I have changed, I fear for the worst.

Is there a way to go back? I know the lost time cannot be reclaimed, but where has my joy and pizazz gone?

I guess in short, I am simply asking for your prayers, and understanding as to the lack of my general presence in the social circles we all frequent.