It seems that my posts have been somewhat melancholy lately. This thought just hit me as I was listening to the David Crowder Band's song called "You Are My Joy." If you don't know this song, find a way to listen to it. It's so much fun! Joshua and I like to scream it in the car together while listening full blast.
I don't want to give the wrong impression by just writing about somber topics. The Spirit gives joy! I'm giddy inside just writing about it! Perhaps the range & depth of feelings is just a personality trait...or maybe it's the natural fruit of "the Life that is truly life." I tend to side with the latter. Beauty, love, awe, & emotion are part of our human experience that point to the fact that we're more than just random tissue. There is something more.
Here are the lyrics to the song that inspired this post:
You Are My Joy
David Crowder Band
And He set me on fire, and I am burning alive
With His breath in my lungs I am coming undone
And I cannot hold it in and remain composed
Love's taken over me and so I propose the letting myself go
I am letting myself go
You are my joy
You are my joy
You are my joy
You are my joy
I need to catch my breath, I need to
I need to catch my breath, give me a moment now
I'm laughing so hard
(uh-oh another song just came on that's making me giddy again...I think I need to go catch my breath...)
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Why "St. Cuthbert's Island"?
Saint Cuthbert was a Celtic monk who lived in the 7th century.
He received visitors at his monastery in Northumbria and was even appointed a bishop, but he yearned for the life of an ascetic. While living at the monastery on the island of Lindisfarne, he sought to spend time with the Lord whenever possible. Early on, he practiced solitude on a small island that was linked to Lindisfarne by a land bridge when the tide was low. This tiny island, known as Saint Cuthbert’s Island, was a training ground of sorts—a place to grow in faith and in love for God.
I chose to name my blog after this island for two reasons:
1) I hope that it will be a place where I can spend time alone with God, growing in my love for Him.
2) Perhaps, when the tide is low, others may find their way to this tiny island
and, by God’s grace, be blessed by what they find there.
He received visitors at his monastery in Northumbria and was even appointed a bishop, but he yearned for the life of an ascetic. While living at the monastery on the island of Lindisfarne, he sought to spend time with the Lord whenever possible. Early on, he practiced solitude on a small island that was linked to Lindisfarne by a land bridge when the tide was low. This tiny island, known as Saint Cuthbert’s Island, was a training ground of sorts—a place to grow in faith and in love for God.
I chose to name my blog after this island for two reasons:
1) I hope that it will be a place where I can spend time alone with God, growing in my love for Him.
2) Perhaps, when the tide is low, others may find their way to this tiny island
and, by God’s grace, be blessed by what they find there.
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- Clay
- Husband to Darina. Father to Joshua (12) and Lydia (8). Nursing student. Seminary graduate. Adopted son of God the Father. Co-heir with my Savior Jesus Christ. Earthly vessel of the Holy Spirit. Bulgarophile. Fan of the Texas Tech Red Raiders. Texan.
3 comments:
Clay,
I don't know what's more disturbing, you're being so melancholy or David Crowder suggesting that God is an arsonist? Just kidding!
Ha! I love you, Michael!
What used to be a profound picture of Spirit-filled worship has now been reduced to the image of Nacho Libre fleeing the chapel with robes aflame!
That sounds like a good Bible story. Maybe we should include it in the canon. The kids would love it. Burn baby burn.
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