Tonight is a prayer night at the Chase House... Tom's already here. It's 7:39. We're going in.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
We Need Help!
I'm happy to say that we're in over our heads, here in Cincinnati.
Unless God does some really powerful stuff, really soon, we're dead.
There are more than a few brothers called to this new kind of work (a rehash of the old kind) who are in over their heads, too.
We still don't feel we have any rights beyond what the Bible describes, but we're asking you to join us by Helping. Love looks like help. Good advice is good, but help helps. Call, email, or come to find ways to do it...
Unless God does some really powerful stuff, really soon, we're dead.
There are more than a few brothers called to this new kind of work (a rehash of the old kind) who are in over their heads, too.
We still don't feel we have any rights beyond what the Bible describes, but we're asking you to join us by Helping. Love looks like help. Good advice is good, but help helps. Call, email, or come to find ways to do it...
Lewminator Blog Revived
Hey! for all of you who want a more personal look into the world of Lew, check out Lewminator. I've started posting there, again.
Don't forget to click on the blogs in the margin of this one to see what's up in the world of Cincinnati Jesus Freak Blogging...
Don't forget to click on the blogs in the margin of this one to see what's up in the world of Cincinnati Jesus Freak Blogging...
I'm Saaaaaad! You Made Me Saaaaad!
Seth woke up today from his nap (we saw the Spongebob Movie and he fell asleep on the way home) and proceeded to... well, he just moped, whined and cried and was really SAD...
You see, usually when Seth wakes up he's kinda ornery. "shubup girfrend!", "ba'hedd", "go 'way!", hitting with his cool wooden sword (thanks Robert Seifert from Germany for hand-crafting these wonderful battle implements for my sons. They're GREAT for boys and I love them!) It's cute, it's terrible, it's life here... Our girls are patient and take cover upon wake-up. Aaron grabs his own sword, or the extension from the vacuum, and I power up to lecture and put kids in their rooms...
But this was one of the sad wake ups. He was just SAD. Judy was dealing with him. I was restringing my guitar and trying to learn some new songs for our meetings... And I got sick of round after round of him being so whiney, so I told Judy to gently explain to him that he couldn't be all whiney, give him a snack and send him to play in his room... It's sort of that "I'm not gonna let this get to the point where I'm mad" kind of approach when there's so much going on. I don't know that much about kid-raisin' technique, but I don't let the boys push us over. I kind of insist on better behavior, y'know? Insistant instant inconsistent... anyway...
Sad.
Well, Judy didn't do that. And I love that. She did wiser, more graciously. She took him to the upstairs couch, sat with him, listened to him, held him... She mothered him.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm Saaaaaaaad! I'm Saaaaaad! You made me Saaaaaad!"
No explaination needed, Judy just held him and loved him and said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
It didn't need to make sense. She didn't need to learn why, what or anything. She just loved on him...
That moves me. That hits me right in the deep needs of the heart. We all need someone to not care why, what or anything, but just to hold us and say "sorry", for nothing that they did but you were sad...
In the deepest of myheart, I'm sad, too. It's the planet. This hostile rock we live on where even the houses called Love's house are often cold and critical, fearful and unfaithful, has put the sadness in our deepest of hearts...
Romans 8:20
"for the creation was subjected to futility"
God did this. This is how it should be, so that we can know love, and hope for home! Living in hope.
Hope is blessed emptiness. Falling into a dream of the floor...
You see, usually when Seth wakes up he's kinda ornery. "shubup girfrend!", "ba'hedd", "go 'way!", hitting with his cool wooden sword (thanks Robert Seifert from Germany for hand-crafting these wonderful battle implements for my sons. They're GREAT for boys and I love them!) It's cute, it's terrible, it's life here... Our girls are patient and take cover upon wake-up. Aaron grabs his own sword, or the extension from the vacuum, and I power up to lecture and put kids in their rooms...
But this was one of the sad wake ups. He was just SAD. Judy was dealing with him. I was restringing my guitar and trying to learn some new songs for our meetings... And I got sick of round after round of him being so whiney, so I told Judy to gently explain to him that he couldn't be all whiney, give him a snack and send him to play in his room... It's sort of that "I'm not gonna let this get to the point where I'm mad" kind of approach when there's so much going on. I don't know that much about kid-raisin' technique, but I don't let the boys push us over. I kind of insist on better behavior, y'know? Insistant instant inconsistent... anyway...
Sad.
Well, Judy didn't do that. And I love that. She did wiser, more graciously. She took him to the upstairs couch, sat with him, listened to him, held him... She mothered him.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm Saaaaaaaad! I'm Saaaaaad! You made me Saaaaaad!"
No explaination needed, Judy just held him and loved him and said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
It didn't need to make sense. She didn't need to learn why, what or anything. She just loved on him...
That moves me. That hits me right in the deep needs of the heart. We all need someone to not care why, what or anything, but just to hold us and say "sorry", for nothing that they did but you were sad...
In the deepest of myheart, I'm sad, too. It's the planet. This hostile rock we live on where even the houses called Love's house are often cold and critical, fearful and unfaithful, has put the sadness in our deepest of hearts...
Romans 8:20
"for the creation was subjected to futility"
God did this. This is how it should be, so that we can know love, and hope for home! Living in hope.
Hope is blessed emptiness. Falling into a dream of the floor...
Friday, January 14, 2005
Prayer Night
This Saturday (tomorrow Jan. 15, 2005) is a prayer night! Come between 8pm and 1am, and stay till you're done. It's all about Jesus and the Body. A time set aside for Spirit ministry and ministering to the Lord in praise and prayer...
Everyday Glories
Tom came over the other day, Wednesday. We love it when Tom comes over. He's just like a member of the family. We look forward to having him for a neighbor for years to come. pray that he not be taken from us.
Kids screaming through the house--Seth is sooo three-years-old! Johannes (judy's dad) is staying with us, again (he's been in California for the last few months). It's great to have him here.
I started a blog for him. I'm excited about it. You see, he produces these little "epistles". They can be fairly rough and imprecise in the English language department, and they cut the fat off the issues... he's quirky, unapologetic, blunt, and sometimes cuts deep. But I'll tell you this, as someone who's lived with him for ages (like 13 years!), He is a gentle man. He doesn't cut to kill, only to heal. He is gentle and soft spoken, seasoned with suffering and perseverance. He has raised four mission-hearted children, and has godly grandkids, too! I'd like all of you to visit and comment. www.johannesweiss.blogspot.com
I hope people really start to support Grubby Kupp. I haven't asked for a lot yet. I haven't felt that we were ready to "start" in earnest. Now, we've got people looking to move to the neighborhood to join the feast...
The girls are well. School is a rough place. They struggle in the urban culture. But they are growing and doing well. I am proud that we live where we do, in a day when so many flee the inner city. I love that the girls are experiencing the real america, not just the suburban dream... With all its flaws, I'm in love with our neighborhood...
Aaron's homeschooling is going well. Judy is busy in her work with the students. I'm crunched in the press of my division between ministry and students, though.
The weather has been warm and cold, lately... And I'm gonna make coffee and sip.
I hope you are blessed!
Kids screaming through the house--Seth is sooo three-years-old! Johannes (judy's dad) is staying with us, again (he's been in California for the last few months). It's great to have him here.
I started a blog for him. I'm excited about it. You see, he produces these little "epistles". They can be fairly rough and imprecise in the English language department, and they cut the fat off the issues... he's quirky, unapologetic, blunt, and sometimes cuts deep. But I'll tell you this, as someone who's lived with him for ages (like 13 years!), He is a gentle man. He doesn't cut to kill, only to heal. He is gentle and soft spoken, seasoned with suffering and perseverance. He has raised four mission-hearted children, and has godly grandkids, too! I'd like all of you to visit and comment. www.johannesweiss.blogspot.com
I hope people really start to support Grubby Kupp. I haven't asked for a lot yet. I haven't felt that we were ready to "start" in earnest. Now, we've got people looking to move to the neighborhood to join the feast...
The girls are well. School is a rough place. They struggle in the urban culture. But they are growing and doing well. I am proud that we live where we do, in a day when so many flee the inner city. I love that the girls are experiencing the real america, not just the suburban dream... With all its flaws, I'm in love with our neighborhood...
Aaron's homeschooling is going well. Judy is busy in her work with the students. I'm crunched in the press of my division between ministry and students, though.
The weather has been warm and cold, lately... And I'm gonna make coffee and sip.
I hope you are blessed!
Thursday Night Glory
Last night was our Thursdsay night study at Lookout Joes, in Mount Lookout cincinnati.
JP, Rachel, John L, Britt, Meaghan, Brother Tom... All of you, I love you...
It was so easy to kick back and relax with such a group of deep believers... We looked intently into some killer scrips. We're looking into the 2Tim 22 and following... The implications of this are life shaking...
only the unshakeable remains!
JP, Rachel, John L, Britt, Meaghan, Brother Tom... All of you, I love you...
It was so easy to kick back and relax with such a group of deep believers... We looked intently into some killer scrips. We're looking into the 2Tim 22 and following... The implications of this are life shaking...
only the unshakeable remains!
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