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Thoughts from Dallas, TX

Day One:  March 20 th , 2011 Kansas is where I find myself this evening.  Praise God for the spark of electricity to let me type these few lines.  It’s Spring break and I’m half way in my journey to Dallas.  Already, I’ve felt God’s tugging on my heart that this trip is meant for more than just sun and Chick-fil-A.  Would you care to come along?  Read as much or as little as you like. God has already exposed the folly of my heart to judge the Mennonite community of Hesston, Kansas.  I stood in the buffet line and looked upon the woman in teal with a heart of distaste.  I don’t even really know what it was about her.  I just found myself disliking her way of worship, or even amount of food she was eating.  Anything that came to mind I found a fault in.  Ouch.  I didn’t expect to feel conviction about this, but then again the hateful thoughts (gasp!) of my heart should be no news to me.  I knew it couldn’t be right.  Jesus had compassion for people.  “Jesus, I need it now!” To finish

Psalm 79:8

"Do not hold against us the sins of the fathers; may your mercy come quickly to meet us, for we are in desperate need."--Psalm 79:8 Earlier this week I was rummaging through my brain, trying to grasp the full capacity of why we need Christ.  I mean, I can go through the all the motions in a day without fully understanding the good news that we are redeemed.  Why must we be redeemed?  Why is Christ necessary? Today during work, I began to feel heavy-hearted.  I know some marriages that are struggling--makes no difference if they're believers or not.  I pridefully wish that we as followers of Christ could look on at the world and say we have things figured out compared to the "rest".  That's when my heart sunk to my feet.  Jesus.  We all NEED you. I have heard it before and I see more, that only with realization and acknowledgement of sin can we then accept salvation through Jesus Christ. "There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall shor