Shellfish

I must warn you, an update my life is depressing at best. Summer school and work is not an ideal way that I’d like to be spending my time in these ultraviolet months of the year. But alas, here I am.

I can tell you that although stimulating activity in my life may be suffering; my spirituality is growing in leaps and bounds. Every day God’s grace becomes more prevalent as does my faith in His plans to prosper me. I’ve developed blind faith. But that’s another blogpress. I digress.

Cliché lessons are sometimes necessary. Being cliché often denotes redundancy and redundancies often denote importance. Furthermore I played drums for a worship team in Pendleton yesterday. Since I’m not playing for ACB any longer I’m kind of a hired gun. I play for whoever needs a drummer whenever they need it. God has given me an extraordinary gift and to not use it would be a disservice to Him and His generosity upon my life. Playing worship in different venues is a constant reminder of God’s omnipresence and everlasting qualities.

So I’m in Pendleton in a service that is trying to raise funds for a mission trip to Africa. The speaker, black as night, was undoubtedly a native of Africa. Americanized as he was, he still spoke broken English and was difficult to understand at times. Despite his English his message was clear as dew on a recently budded daisy. He spoke of Job, and Job’s legacy. How he loved God in any circumstance. Job went from a life of leisure and comfort to complete misery. Yet his worship remained fervent, and his devotion steadfast. This man spoke of people in his country, women being raped and molested, children starving, men being killed for preaching the gospel. They literally live on the Grace of God. We call him our Provider. They know Him as a Provider. We depend upon God for the provision of spiritual needs more than physical. The cliché that I’m approaching is frank. Here I sit in my home on my laptop, in my room full of Xbox games, clothes, shoes, fancy things. And a house full of food (that I often complain about) and furniture. And I walk in a world with high gas prices and a struggling economy. I’m complaining about not having enough money and worrying about replacing the tires on my car when there are people who don’t know where there next meal is coming from? Really Brian? Really? Shellfish Mr. Ramsey, down right shellfish.