From Sunday school, to star wars, to talking with family and friends... Perspective has been central to my actions, thinking and work lately.
Who is right?
Who is broken physically, spiritually, or other?
Can God really be jealous if he is God?
When I am planning a negotiation or even a simple meeting/interaction, one of my favorite tools is to swap sides and try and react to myself.. I always seem to overreact..not sure that matters but it came to mind..
I realize how often I seek to manipulate engagements. Yes, I said manipulate, not manage or facilitate, or any other politically correct term. Funny joke lately has been that it is a good thing I am not evil. If I were, I could do serious damage. I may do damage even now, but I don't mean too.. Somehow that at least makes me feel better even if it doesn't make you feel better. I guess it depends which side you are on..
Psalm 51- The Message
Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record. Scrub away my guilt, soak out my sins in your laundry. I know how bad I've been; my sins are staring me down.
You're the One I've violated, and you've seen it all, seen the full extent of my evil. You have all the facts before you; whatever you decide about me is fair. I've been out of step with you for a long time, in the wrong since before I was born. What you're after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.
Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean, scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don't look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don't throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I'll let loose with your praise.
Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.
Make Zion the place you delight in, repair Jerusalem's broken-down walls. Then you'll get real worship from us, acts of worship small and large, Including all the bulls they can heave onto your altar!
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