Nothing to say

This has been my last month: Car broke down, computer crashed, have to find rides everywhere... yet, learning about how much my girlfriend really loves me. Finding time to study my Bible, not polluting the atmosphere, and feeling like life is really being lived, except when Rachel (my girlfriend) has to drive me to work. Not the typical life of a pastor. But I don't mind it. My "cross" if you can even call it that, is not near as heavy as Jesus', and yet sometimes it feels like I can't even carry this one, let alone the fact that  its doubtable that I have even picked up "my cross" yet.  All this to say that I haven't written in a while. As you can see, and now you know why. I suggest that everyone reading this, whether you be a christian or not read the 2nd Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the Corinthians.  I did, and am better for it. (I sound like an infomercial). Anyway that's all I got to say because there's a song written by a guy whose name is Jon and he says everything I might be trying to say in this blog better than I can or ever will. I'd like to "recite" these song lyrics to you. Here goes:

  

  Feeling all the bad times, the guilt and all the shame

  I have learned to accept my existing hurts and pains

  All the grief I have learned to set aside

  Because I am, I am, I am, I am...

  Feeling a little under rooted

  Feeling undermined

  Can this grace of God cover me this time?

  And when I feel then pain I know, oh, I feel strange

  And when I hear the rooster crow, I am ashamed

  Jesus take this cross. Set this cross upon my back.

  I have learned to submit, then I wine about my lack

  Sometimes I drop my cross; deserve a little rest

  That's when I run to you and I'll nail your feet and your wrists

  Feeling a little under rooted 

  Feeling undermined

  Can this grace of God cover me this time?

  And when I feel the pain I know, oh, I feel strange

  And when I hear the rooster crow, I am ashamed

  And do you really love my soul even after I hated you?

  And do you really know my name?

  Can I really come to you?

  Are you really more faithful than the changing of the seasons and the morning sun?

  And do you really know my name?

  Can I really come to you?

  I can. I can. I can.  I can. I can. I can. I can. I can. I can. I can. I can. 

  I don't care if the rooster crows.