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Mystery

Why?

Why do You do things
the way that You do?

Why take me, broken as I am
to make me all brand new?

I don’t know…
I don’t know why
You would die
for me…
It’s a mystery

Why?

Why do You love those who hurt You
and make their dreams come true?

Why do you stay forever faithful
despite all the things I do?

I don’t know…
I don’t know why
You would die
for me…
It’s a mystery

My heart can’t contain
A love so high and wide
My mind cannot grasp
Your amazing grace
It’s all too grand for me
I’m too small to understand
So I bow in humble thanks
To the wonders of Your mystery

Justifying Faith

The gospel of justifying faith means that while Christians are, in themselves still sinful and sinning, yet in Christ, in God’s sight, they are accepted and righteous. So we can say that we are more wicked than we ever dared believe, but more loved and accepted in Christ than we ever dared hope — at the very same time.

This creates a radical new dynamic for personal growth. It means that the more you see your own flaws and sins, the more precious, electrifying, and amazing God’s grace appears to you. But on the other hand, the more aware you are of God’s grace and acceptance in Christ, the more able you are to drop your denials and self-defenses and admit the true dimensions and character of your sin. ― Timothy Keller

Music 2012: You Are More

There’s a girl in the corner
With tear stains on her eyes
From the places she’s wandered
And the shame she can’t hide

She says, “How did I get here?
I’m not who I once was.
And I’m crippled by the fear
That I’ve fallen too far to love”

But don’t you know who you are,
What’s been done for you?
Yeah don’t you know who you are?

You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.

Well she tries to believe it
That she’s been given new life
But she can’t shake the feeling
That it’s not true tonight

She knows all the answers
And she’s rehearsed all the lines
And so she’ll try to do better
But then she’s too weak to try

But don’t you know who you are?

You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.

You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.

‘Cause this is not about what you’ve done,
But what’s been done for you.
This is not about where you’ve been,
But where your brokenness brings you to

This is not about what you built,
But what He built to forgive you,
And what He built to make you know.

You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.

You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.

You’ve been remade
You’ve been remade.
You’ve been remade.
You’ve been remade.

Closed Path

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,—that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.

- Rabindranath Tagore

Your Holy Light

Your Holy Light shines on me
Revealing my sickness and hypocrisy
See my emptiness
See the cracks
See the weakness
See the lack

Your Holy Light shines on me
Revealing Your purpose and my path
I see the promise
I see the land
I see the blessing
I see Your hand

Apple of His Eye

I call on you, my God, for you will answer me;
turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
Show me the wonders of your great love;
you who save by your right hand
those who take refuge in you from their foes.
Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings.

Psalm 17:6-8

Reminding Myself

My Father, my strength
I’m helpless and weak

My savior, redeemer
I’m stuck again

My faith, my hope
I’m full of doubt

My promise, my portion
I have nothing left

But there is no dream that’s too great for you,
No emptiness too deep

There is no struggle you can’t win,
No enemy you can’t defeat

And there is no storm you can’t calm,
No evening too dark for your light

Pleasant Surprises

Pleasant surprises
Just when I had doubts
Amazing turn of events
Made beautiful in its time
I can’t explain how
Or why now
I can’t see
Why for me
You’d make it all brand new
So I can be with you
Was broken and empty
Now made whole and worthy

My Big Mistake

“The business of making a difference is not exclusive to the perfect – in fact, if you were to look closely at the people who have made some of the biggest contributions to humanity, you’d almost think it’s exclusive to the imperfect and to seriously flawed people – and you’d be right. Because these are the ones who took chances, made mistakes, suffered consequences, learned, made more mistakes, more consequences, learned more, and ended up with…

… discovery. I love that word. Partly because it starts with the letter “D” (which is absolutely my favorite letter), but because it means something was unveiled. That in the process of stepping out, falling, hurting, learning, rising, and on, something was revealed, a truth that gives you another chance, another better chance. And when that truth is spread it shares that better chance with others.”
- Housekeeping

I’m very excited to share with you. This is one topic I can confidently say I have much experience with: mistakes. When we talk about mistakes, we’re not just talking about Decisions and their subsequent Actions, but we’re looking at a more specific classification, which is “Wrong Decisions and Wrong Actions”.

Mistakes are about wrong decisions and wrong actions – and I make a lot of wrong decisions, and because of this, do a lot of wrong actions. So this makes me quite fit to be your tour guide through this gallery of mistaken individuals.

Sometimes I find myself caught between who I want to become, who others want me to become, and the limitations and flaws of who I really am. And sometimes I see the giants of an industry, or a sector, or a really successful, or behaved person, or just someone who appears to have it all together, and I think to myself, “How am I ever going to be like that? Will I even ever be like that? I can’t even pay my bills!”

Many of you probably can relate.

But take a closer look at these “giants” in their respective vocations, and as we peel off the perceptions, we’ll find people, like you and I, and as is the case whenever there are people, we’ll find mistakes.

But more than the mistakes, and errors, and boo boos, and trips, and sins, and consequences, and hurt, and pain, and regrets, and “never agains”, what I would really like to focus on are two words:

Discovery, no wait, something better – Revelation, that God is revealing things to us through our mistakes. He’s teaching us lessons, strengthening us, and making us realize what’s really important, but most of all, even in the midst of our mistakes, and the consequences, if we look to Him we find He’s revealing Himself to us. This gives me hope, hope I hold on to, that even if I fail to meet the expectations of my family, my employees, my church, my non-profit family, and all the other people who look to me, those who look up to me and down, that I just need to go back to His light and get a fresh revelation of His love.

Which brings us to our next word:

Redemption. Redemption is a beautiful word. It’s a heroic word. It’s a word that reminds me, “David Bonifacio, broke and bankrupt by his mistakes, (his many many mistakes known and in secret) but redeemed by His love.” When we talk about redemption, there is an aspect of value, that when something is re-deemed, it is re-judged and re-evaluated. Maybe some of us have been deemed, judged, and evaluated as failures, or losers, or bankrupt, or indebted, or poor, or greedy, or a cheater, or lazy, or stupid, or corrupt, or unscrupulous, or whatever, but there is hope as we shall see, and we can be re-deemed, re-judged, and re-evaluated as forgiven, accepted, and valuable.

More than mistakes, we can have stories of Revelation and Redemption, and sometimes a series of revelations and redemptions, and forgetting, and another round of revelations and redemptions. And you can call that a roller coaster if you’d like, I prefer to call it life.

The Songs of My Heart

I close my eyes as I play this piece, a cry of help to my King.
From the bottom of my soul to the tips of my fingers, from my fingers to the keys, from this instrument to heaven, hear my offering, be pleased.
I don’t have the words to say how grateful I am for grace, for love, for forgiveness.
I don’t know how to phrase my never ending requests for strength, for rest, for redemption.

Listen. Please listen, to the songs of my heart. They’re for you, only for you.
Answer. Please answer, the songs of my heart. They call for you, only for you.

A Pain in the Butt

Sometimes after biking, and sitting in that painfully designed piece of torture known as the bike seat, I feel like someone grabbed my ass cheeks, one cheek in each hand, and in one quick motion, ripped it apart.

Speaking of pains in the butt, I read about someone once, who was born to a family of modest means. His parents belonged to two different religious denominations so he pretty much grew up with mixed beliefs.

When he was sixteen he stopped studying so that the family could save money to send him to a better place. In his idleness he would learn the pleasures of sin, the temporary gratifications that lead to continuing regret. What started with pick-pocketing and stealing extended to promiscuity.

At 18, he met a girl, and she must have been beautiful because he would fall in love with her. Her name was Una, and though he would never marry her, she would be the mother of his son, and he would be faithful to her – at least for a significant amount of time. But faithfulness is like that, when you’re no longer faithful once, you’ve become unfaithful. It’s that simple.

In his searching, he would join a cult, and being who he was, he dove in deep, studying their teaching, and leading others to it. He wouldn’t be satisfied with the inconsistencies and move on to other things.

Finally, his mother prevailed on him to give up his mistress and find a wife. But it’s never that simple to just turn away, especially from something you lust for, from something you’ve learned to love. Passion is a double-edged sword. Controlled, it becomes strength, an enabler to do more, go further, and reach higher. Uncontrolled, it is wildfire, burning everything in its way. So he burned, and in his confused condemnation prayed, “Help me turn away. I know I need to. But not yet. I’m having too much fun.”

He would find some soothing in intellectual pursuit. Hoping that the gathering of wisdom would lead to true fulfillment and true spirituality. But his contemplations only highlighted one thing: who he was and how far he was from who he was supposed to be, even more, how far he was from who he wanted to become. So he continued in his promiscuity.

Imagine if he was your kid, if he was your brother, or uncle, or employee, or friend, or student. He would be a real frustrating pain in the ass. You might even say you know exactly who I’m talking about, that he shares your office, or last name, or that he lives in your home, or even sleeps in your bed.

But you’d be wrong.

Many years later, this man would genuinely find God, through the prayers of his mother, the patient teaching of an older man, and because he continued to seek, just as Jeremiah had written, because he searched for God with all his heart. (Jeremiah 29:13)

And history now remembers him as St. Augustine.

What allows a life spent so lost in selfishness a second chance? Forgiveness.
And what allows a third and fourth and a fifth and a sixth chance? More forgiveness.

It’s funny. I hate that word when I think about those who have wronged me. But then I love it when I think about who I am and how much I need it.

And what allows such amazing forgiveness and complete redemption? Love.