Sunday, November 27, 2011
the loss
I don't mind losing money, there is nothing this life owes me. I've been given more than I can ever repay, I don't mind losing my life because it isn't mine to begin with, but for you there is no receipt, for you there is no equal, All I mind is losing you. Without you my heart soul and mind find a motionless tundra of death and desolation, without you o God, there is nothing left but a motionless body struggling for a life that isn't there, without you the heavens and the earth cry out for their master, without you the oceans roar restless for a creator, without you the brilliant birth of new life wouldn't come to pass, without you there is no meaning in all these meanings, without you words are desires without cause, my heart cries out and it grows ever more thirsty until it finds the oasis of your love. There is one thing I mind losing more than my life and that is you oh God.
Friday, January 21, 2011
How does a latte feel? We worship in all....
How does a latte feel?
"Discipline, NOT desire, determines destiny."
Well I work for a very prestigious coffee shop. Rhymes with bars tucks…LOL. I’m actually a supervisor, so I see people at their best and worst. I see people working and slacking, living and laughing. Making coffee and lattes and triple venti mocha explosions and basically being a coffee master and bartender. Costumers are so funny. They range in ages and in personalities. In my mind I tend to make up lives for them in my head, based on their drink order and the small talk I make with them. Every person that you get your coffee from is probably doing this, as well, just so you know! Anyway, I enjoy my job and I enjoy the feel of a latte, freshly steamed milk poured into a creamy, rich brown espresso shot, then handing it off to someone that has had a bad day. People are so interesting! I see their faces in the morning, craving that caffeine like a drug. Some people will kill for the fix! How does a latte feel? It feels like a stepping stone toward what I’m trying to do in my life. It feels like a temporary moment that’s soon to change. I take pride in my job because of who I am: a warrior, a fighter, a lover, a champion at whatever I do, to the best of my ability, and above all I’m a Christian. The way I see it is that I don’t work for that green and white coffee shop, I work for the Lord. Given that nice little fact I work and with, every latte feels like I’m making it for Christ! So you know the velvety goodness of your coffee made by my Christian hands will taste better, or at least it should.
So many coffee beans, so much milk, so many specifications within your highly caffeinated beverage, that sometimes I just seem to almost lose it. Yet I take a breather and realize that every latte gets you closer to what you want to do that day. Every time I work, it’s for Christ and for my schooling, leading to my future goals! A latte feels like a moment right before resurgence happens!
Discipline to know God has me at my job for a reason. I am at where I’m at for a reason, to walk by faith, knowing that Christ is king over my life, that he is the son of the living God living inside me, and for me to walk bold as lion and strong as his son in a world full of craziness and people that reject the very name of Christ with their stone cold hearts and false philosophy on life. I see some men and they speak of life as if the temporal is all there is. Death seems to be long way off for the young, but the bible says all men are appointed to die once and then face judgment! That means that all that hair gel, tanning, and the gym will amount to nothing when you’re standing in front of God, naked and bare, looking into the grace giving eyes of a savior that was crushed ,murdered, and crucified on your behalf, and yet countless times you rejected his everlasting love.
Sometimes I look at my hands as I’m making drinks and wonder if the same hands that I use to make drinks are the same hands that produce evil. I once heard a woman tell a young boy after he cursed up a storm, “do you kiss your mother with mouth?” I am reminded of all the things as Christian that I do with my body that might not be pleasing to the Lord. I see that the hands that I take communion with, the hands that I use to sing praises and accept the wine and bread that represent the blood and body of my murdered savior, are the same hands I could use for evil! Like Paul says, how wretched am I! Yet I have hope in Christ! I see an everlasting hope in him! I see my future, I see my life shining and lovely through suffering, I see a complete and utter glorification. I see fullness even in a latte. Even in how the milk hits the espresso, I see life! It feels great! With every breath I will proclaim my joy, my revelry in him!
So let’s follow this beautiful plan!
Jesus came to earth. He lowered himself from glory and the angels. The ultimate missionary, he lived 33 and half years, and after healing, loving, and giving the spiritual truths of the kingdom of God, he suffered a betrayal from his friend and was sold to his enemies. He picked up the very instrument of his death and walked up a hill and looked upon the place of the skull where he would literally marry us though his death, his eyes fixed on our hearts, his mind racing with the great and wonderful things we would do though his death! Sinless lovers of God they will be, he thought! But he took a wife that would spit in his face, break his heart, stomp on his life, and crush his body beyond recognition. Stripped naked and beaten, bleeding, left on a tree to die, he preaches and saves one last person before
his pericardium (sack that surrounds his heart) explodes in his chest. Then a spear is driven though his side, that we men and woman be just a little closer to his heart.
Three days later the borrowed grave he was placed in is empty and his best friends are knee deep in the sin of unbelief, going back to doing life as they did before Jesus, doing worldly things. They look at the tomb and ask where he is? He comes and breathes on these men and tells them to wait till the power comes to them. In Acts they are empowered by the Holy Spirit after praying to God! Then they take over the world though the preaching of God’s greatest gift: his murdered resurrected son. From one of those preaching the gospel, the word of God eventually reached a young Hispanic man named Mauricio Rotimi Barahona (me). I am the product of the most important life changing movement in all of history and of all time, the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I am adopted into a new family and have gained identity and have become a brand new lover of Christ! How joyful it is to love and be love by God! Every thought, every color, every texture, every life altering change and mind challenging notion that represents God has been amplified and it is as if scales have fallen from my eyes and I now see the world though love and life of Jesus Christ!
I have been invited to swim in the infinite ocean that is God and to drown in the immense love and mercy that was the cross.
So how does a latte feel? For a Christian it should feel like God is the next person in line!
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31
Remember, everything you do is an act of worship. Whether naked or ashamed, vegetables or a lamb, whether it’s a first born or a ram, whether it’s an ark or a temple, a prophet or a voice in the wilderness, a giant or a jaw bone of a donkey, a manger or a cross, we worship.
Christ Revelry
"Discipline, NOT desire, determines destiny."
Well I work for a very prestigious coffee shop. Rhymes with bars tucks…LOL. I’m actually a supervisor, so I see people at their best and worst. I see people working and slacking, living and laughing. Making coffee and lattes and triple venti mocha explosions and basically being a coffee master and bartender. Costumers are so funny. They range in ages and in personalities. In my mind I tend to make up lives for them in my head, based on their drink order and the small talk I make with them. Every person that you get your coffee from is probably doing this, as well, just so you know! Anyway, I enjoy my job and I enjoy the feel of a latte, freshly steamed milk poured into a creamy, rich brown espresso shot, then handing it off to someone that has had a bad day. People are so interesting! I see their faces in the morning, craving that caffeine like a drug. Some people will kill for the fix! How does a latte feel? It feels like a stepping stone toward what I’m trying to do in my life. It feels like a temporary moment that’s soon to change. I take pride in my job because of who I am: a warrior, a fighter, a lover, a champion at whatever I do, to the best of my ability, and above all I’m a Christian. The way I see it is that I don’t work for that green and white coffee shop, I work for the Lord. Given that nice little fact I work and with, every latte feels like I’m making it for Christ! So you know the velvety goodness of your coffee made by my Christian hands will taste better, or at least it should.
So many coffee beans, so much milk, so many specifications within your highly caffeinated beverage, that sometimes I just seem to almost lose it. Yet I take a breather and realize that every latte gets you closer to what you want to do that day. Every time I work, it’s for Christ and for my schooling, leading to my future goals! A latte feels like a moment right before resurgence happens!
Discipline to know God has me at my job for a reason. I am at where I’m at for a reason, to walk by faith, knowing that Christ is king over my life, that he is the son of the living God living inside me, and for me to walk bold as lion and strong as his son in a world full of craziness and people that reject the very name of Christ with their stone cold hearts and false philosophy on life. I see some men and they speak of life as if the temporal is all there is. Death seems to be long way off for the young, but the bible says all men are appointed to die once and then face judgment! That means that all that hair gel, tanning, and the gym will amount to nothing when you’re standing in front of God, naked and bare, looking into the grace giving eyes of a savior that was crushed ,murdered, and crucified on your behalf, and yet countless times you rejected his everlasting love.
Sometimes I look at my hands as I’m making drinks and wonder if the same hands that I use to make drinks are the same hands that produce evil. I once heard a woman tell a young boy after he cursed up a storm, “do you kiss your mother with mouth?” I am reminded of all the things as Christian that I do with my body that might not be pleasing to the Lord. I see that the hands that I take communion with, the hands that I use to sing praises and accept the wine and bread that represent the blood and body of my murdered savior, are the same hands I could use for evil! Like Paul says, how wretched am I! Yet I have hope in Christ! I see an everlasting hope in him! I see my future, I see my life shining and lovely through suffering, I see a complete and utter glorification. I see fullness even in a latte. Even in how the milk hits the espresso, I see life! It feels great! With every breath I will proclaim my joy, my revelry in him!
So let’s follow this beautiful plan!
Jesus came to earth. He lowered himself from glory and the angels. The ultimate missionary, he lived 33 and half years, and after healing, loving, and giving the spiritual truths of the kingdom of God, he suffered a betrayal from his friend and was sold to his enemies. He picked up the very instrument of his death and walked up a hill and looked upon the place of the skull where he would literally marry us though his death, his eyes fixed on our hearts, his mind racing with the great and wonderful things we would do though his death! Sinless lovers of God they will be, he thought! But he took a wife that would spit in his face, break his heart, stomp on his life, and crush his body beyond recognition. Stripped naked and beaten, bleeding, left on a tree to die, he preaches and saves one last person before
his pericardium (sack that surrounds his heart) explodes in his chest. Then a spear is driven though his side, that we men and woman be just a little closer to his heart.
Three days later the borrowed grave he was placed in is empty and his best friends are knee deep in the sin of unbelief, going back to doing life as they did before Jesus, doing worldly things. They look at the tomb and ask where he is? He comes and breathes on these men and tells them to wait till the power comes to them. In Acts they are empowered by the Holy Spirit after praying to God! Then they take over the world though the preaching of God’s greatest gift: his murdered resurrected son. From one of those preaching the gospel, the word of God eventually reached a young Hispanic man named Mauricio Rotimi Barahona (me). I am the product of the most important life changing movement in all of history and of all time, the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I am adopted into a new family and have gained identity and have become a brand new lover of Christ! How joyful it is to love and be love by God! Every thought, every color, every texture, every life altering change and mind challenging notion that represents God has been amplified and it is as if scales have fallen from my eyes and I now see the world though love and life of Jesus Christ!
I have been invited to swim in the infinite ocean that is God and to drown in the immense love and mercy that was the cross.
So how does a latte feel? For a Christian it should feel like God is the next person in line!
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31
Remember, everything you do is an act of worship. Whether naked or ashamed, vegetables or a lamb, whether it’s a first born or a ram, whether it’s an ark or a temple, a prophet or a voice in the wilderness, a giant or a jaw bone of a donkey, a manger or a cross, we worship.
Christ Revelry
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Life as told by God
Life as told by God
Lamentations 3:25-36
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It's a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It's a good thing when you're young
to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing roadblocks in the way:
Stomping down hard
on luckless prisoners,
Refusing justice to victims
in the court of High God,
Tampering with evidence—
the Master does not approve of such things.
(The Message Bible)
I do believe that life is a completely orchestrated by a living God that works though his creation. I also believe that we as people as humans are interestingly enough most of the times taken back when we have moments of doubt of fear and of unbelief.
My story starts in Miami fl where I grew up and have not left! Never been on a plane never have touched snow never even seen the inside of a airport more than three times. Haven’t had much understanding of the world around me because it ends where I don’t need to be. My world has always ended where I reach a place of limits and restrictions and places where since in my mind I didn’t need to be I didn’t go. Sheltered life for lack of a better word. I grew with all women in my family and me being the first born male I kind of had a touch of swag to my life. Understood the woman psyche I understand the frailty of a woman son of a single mom, grandson to a single grandma and with no father in sight low expectations were a given. I searched for outlets to my low testosterone fueled life in sports and football and women. But sometime in a land almost distant from time itself God found me, hiding from him. At that moment God single handedly rescued me cleaned me washed me and destroyed every false concept I had on reality and shattered every idol I had made of myself and branded me with his identity.
I am reminded of a story of a solider that fought for a army that was invading a smaller defenseless country. The man who was a warrior from birth fought as his father and many before him did. One day in the heat of battle he was captured. The people he has sworn to kill were now holding his life in their hands. They instantly dragged him to the enmy camp and broke his legs. Unable to walk they stripped him naked and blindfolded him. They placed him in a wagon and took him to far off village. The man was defenseless broken and blind, taken captive and placed in a position that he was uncertain whether he would live or die. The man was placed in a tent and was nursed back to heath while there he saw the destruction that his people had upon their enemies land and saw the horrors he had committed. With no way to run back to his camp and no way to not see what he had done he screamed in pain at night and slept during the day daily thinking of what he had done. This was worse than war he thought seeing his sin and being treated so mercifully by these people he had killed.
One day as he looked at himself he was fully recovered he was allowed to leave the community that had shown him true life. At that moment he chose to remain with them and live among them.
I lived the best life I could. That was the point, I lived a life that only fulfilled MY deepest desires a life that would leave me empty. I understood this all from choices I made to people I chose to let in. fatherless abandoned selfish hateful spiteful rebellious sinner that wanted nothing but to watch the world burn because I had been a self mutilated pyro. I read this scripture in lamentations and allowed the holy spirit to teach me and help indulge in what God is saying.
God says it is good that we stick it out though hard times. Now why would a loving peaceful Jesus flavored idea of God we have, that enjoys us in comfortable position with the world say this? Well because he isn’t what we always think he is God is also a purifier of gold and silver and he can use just about anything. I know, He used me. And I wasn’t Gold when he found me I was most likely dirty copper or a rusted can and he is making me into a royal diadem according to (Isaiah 62:3)
How about that? The womanizing lustful ego maniac is now with his legs broken blind to the things of this world and is taken to place where the only way he will survive is if he trusts in the one true living God in Zion. And why im so sure that I can trust him when my legs are broken? Because he will return. Why did the disciples preach as if Jesus was coming back tomorrow? Because he said he was coming back.
God doesn’t approve of treating people with hate and contempt< he has allowed you to go through what you have gone though that you may show mercy and compassion on the hurting. I’ve been almost homeless broke hungry and unloved banished and broken rejected abused and treated like a foreigner because those are the exact people God wants me to reach for his purpose. Jesus suffered that we may suffer and do it well as his spirit allows us to see people that need him. I talk to people all the time that remind of me of the old me and look and wish I could break their legs and bring them back to the village but I need to remember that’s Gods job not mineJ
“"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -MLK Jr.
Just a thought how God loved you lets love each other and maybe somebody will fall in love with who you love
Christ revelry
Lamentations 3:25-36
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It's a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It's a good thing when you're young
to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing roadblocks in the way:
Stomping down hard
on luckless prisoners,
Refusing justice to victims
in the court of High God,
Tampering with evidence—
the Master does not approve of such things.
(The Message Bible)
I do believe that life is a completely orchestrated by a living God that works though his creation. I also believe that we as people as humans are interestingly enough most of the times taken back when we have moments of doubt of fear and of unbelief.
My story starts in Miami fl where I grew up and have not left! Never been on a plane never have touched snow never even seen the inside of a airport more than three times. Haven’t had much understanding of the world around me because it ends where I don’t need to be. My world has always ended where I reach a place of limits and restrictions and places where since in my mind I didn’t need to be I didn’t go. Sheltered life for lack of a better word. I grew with all women in my family and me being the first born male I kind of had a touch of swag to my life. Understood the woman psyche I understand the frailty of a woman son of a single mom, grandson to a single grandma and with no father in sight low expectations were a given. I searched for outlets to my low testosterone fueled life in sports and football and women. But sometime in a land almost distant from time itself God found me, hiding from him. At that moment God single handedly rescued me cleaned me washed me and destroyed every false concept I had on reality and shattered every idol I had made of myself and branded me with his identity.
I am reminded of a story of a solider that fought for a army that was invading a smaller defenseless country. The man who was a warrior from birth fought as his father and many before him did. One day in the heat of battle he was captured. The people he has sworn to kill were now holding his life in their hands. They instantly dragged him to the enmy camp and broke his legs. Unable to walk they stripped him naked and blindfolded him. They placed him in a wagon and took him to far off village. The man was defenseless broken and blind, taken captive and placed in a position that he was uncertain whether he would live or die. The man was placed in a tent and was nursed back to heath while there he saw the destruction that his people had upon their enemies land and saw the horrors he had committed. With no way to run back to his camp and no way to not see what he had done he screamed in pain at night and slept during the day daily thinking of what he had done. This was worse than war he thought seeing his sin and being treated so mercifully by these people he had killed.
One day as he looked at himself he was fully recovered he was allowed to leave the community that had shown him true life. At that moment he chose to remain with them and live among them.
I lived the best life I could. That was the point, I lived a life that only fulfilled MY deepest desires a life that would leave me empty. I understood this all from choices I made to people I chose to let in. fatherless abandoned selfish hateful spiteful rebellious sinner that wanted nothing but to watch the world burn because I had been a self mutilated pyro. I read this scripture in lamentations and allowed the holy spirit to teach me and help indulge in what God is saying.
God says it is good that we stick it out though hard times. Now why would a loving peaceful Jesus flavored idea of God we have, that enjoys us in comfortable position with the world say this? Well because he isn’t what we always think he is God is also a purifier of gold and silver and he can use just about anything. I know, He used me. And I wasn’t Gold when he found me I was most likely dirty copper or a rusted can and he is making me into a royal diadem according to (Isaiah 62:3)
How about that? The womanizing lustful ego maniac is now with his legs broken blind to the things of this world and is taken to place where the only way he will survive is if he trusts in the one true living God in Zion. And why im so sure that I can trust him when my legs are broken? Because he will return. Why did the disciples preach as if Jesus was coming back tomorrow? Because he said he was coming back.
God doesn’t approve of treating people with hate and contempt< he has allowed you to go through what you have gone though that you may show mercy and compassion on the hurting. I’ve been almost homeless broke hungry and unloved banished and broken rejected abused and treated like a foreigner because those are the exact people God wants me to reach for his purpose. Jesus suffered that we may suffer and do it well as his spirit allows us to see people that need him. I talk to people all the time that remind of me of the old me and look and wish I could break their legs and bring them back to the village but I need to remember that’s Gods job not mineJ
“"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -MLK Jr.
Just a thought how God loved you lets love each other and maybe somebody will fall in love with who you love
Christ revelry
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Sooo the intent!
Well I started this blog to leak a personal journey onto the ink or computer screen....whatever. I think so much and have so many thoughts that I thought well might as well bring all this to a grand totality that is this blog I will speak on things I hope that will break people’s concepts on life. On what it means to be human. I sometimes think people have a destroyed idea of what to live for. Actually I don’t think....I know, living for temporal things gives you temporal satisfaction. I believe that people need a jolt to the deepest part of their beings. I’m a Christian...for those who don’t know. I go about my life in victory and in a great understanding of who I am but more importantly who God is. In this blog I will mention things ive seen within the church and outside and I hope to shine light on what is and what should be from my best understanding of scripture and my new found love for people. The intent of this is to inspire break down and reaches heights that surpass yourself. Let’s just say the objective of this blog is God.
The name of the blog:
Christ (krist)
Noun1. In Christianity it is Jesus.2. The Messiah, as foretold by the prophets of the Hebrew Scriptures.
revelrynoun \'re-vəl-rē\
noisy partying or merrymaking
We add these up and we get rejoicing in the Christ.
I love Jesus parties and I love the joy I have in the lord and well this describes a lot of what I believe a Christian life should a constant emancipation of freedom! And joyful celebration of the one who saved us.
I will soon start blogging about everyday situations to deep ideas that I believe will inspire many and disillusion some.
The name of the blog:
Christ (krist)
Noun1. In Christianity it is Jesus.2. The Messiah, as foretold by the prophets of the Hebrew Scriptures.
revelrynoun \'re-vəl-rē\
noisy partying or merrymaking
We add these up and we get rejoicing in the Christ.
I love Jesus parties and I love the joy I have in the lord and well this describes a lot of what I believe a Christian life should a constant emancipation of freedom! And joyful celebration of the one who saved us.
I will soon start blogging about everyday situations to deep ideas that I believe will inspire many and disillusion some.
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