What Do You Need To Make A Man?

What do you need to make a man?

Iron enough to make a nail,
Lime enough to paint a wall,
Water enough to drown a dog,
Sulfur enough to stop the fleas,
Poison enough to kill a cow,
Potash enough to wash a shirt,
Gold enough to buy a bean,
Silver enough to coat a pin,
Lead enough to ballast a bird,
Phosphor enough to light the town,

Strength enough to build a home,
Time enough to hold a child,
Love enough to break a heart.

Sometimes, words fail me. There are words, and there is the magic behind the words. I often spout nonsense, syllables without substance. It is easy to do that. Form without function. I want that magic behind the words. These are simple words, but there is tremendous force, ...a whole book full of emotions behind them.

I want to mean what I say. I want to feel what I say. All else is just empty words, smokescreen for the weak and simple-minded. God, as I travel around to salvage my life, put not words in my mouth, but honesty, wisdom and courage in my heart. Out of the excesses of the heart, the mouth speaks. Help me tame my wavering heart.

Be of good courage, little child, for the One standing beside you is not so little. Stand on shoulders of giants, so that you may lifted up above the storm. Someday, you will support little ones of your own. Love them like I love you.

Krazō

Last posted in Feb. Amazing.

I guess this is not what I'm passionate about. Every morning, when I wake up, I fire up the computer, and hit Google Reader. Averaging 410 items a day from 157 feeds, I take the next couple of hours reading them. I...live by knowledge. On my up days, I'll scribble down random revelations from God throughout the day, saving them as drafts in my handphones, writing them down on foolscap, or just repeating it to myself so I won't forget it. I remember filling up 1 whole page of writing during an hour of morning prayer meeting at the Paya Lebar Heart of God church.

Those days are not-so-far behind though. I need that back. That hunger, that thirst. I vaguely remember the sermon about the woman offering a room to a passing prophet. Looking it up, it's in 2 Kings 4.

2Ki 4:8 Now it happened one day that Elisha went to Shunem, where there was a notable woman, and she persuaded him to eat some food. So it was, as often as he passed by, he would turn in there to eat some food.
2Ki 4:9 And she said to her husband, “Look now, I know that this is a holy man of God, who passes by us regularly.
2Ki 4:10 Please, let us make a small upper room on the wall; and let us put a bed for him there, and a table and a chair and a lampstand; so it will be, whenever he comes to us, he can turn in there.”

- 2Ki 4:8-10

There was room, and food. Food is the Word, of course. Elisha is the Holy Spirit. Making room for the Holy Spirit. Spending time with Him. "persuaded" in Hebrew is "châzaq" (khaw-zak'), and reading from Strong's Concordance, means "To seize, ...obstinate, to bind...", and many other words with that same power of urgency. I've got to stop wanting the Holy Spirit, and start hungering for the Him. I can't be ambivalent or casual about it, I've got to really want it!

All that Bible Reading software...I think my paper Bible is still the best. It's useful to find a verse, but I would very much rather know where it is and where to find it. That way, the Bible will be written on the tablets of my heart, not on a plastic platter of binary.

My life hangs in the balance. TP, transfer, or Army. God, TP or transfer, please. Please Daddy, I beg of you, not Army...