that was

lyrical ecstasy.

a few more fotos

sala de oración

prayer room.

last saturday we went and decorated a few rooms in the church in order to do an intense prayer day. so it went like this. we stole the idea from 24-7 prayer/international house of prayer, where people decorate rooms in order to stimulate prayer and provide an atmosphere that provokes prayer. lots of creative stuff. lots of stuff to help people enter in to the presence of God.

my world is full of need.
my country if full of need.
my city is full of need.
my street is full of need.
my life is full of need.

why not pray?

and so we did. the first room was to get things sorted between you and God. paper to write worries and things that might inhibit your ability to pray. a bin to toss them in. a clothesline to hang notes of thanks on with clothespins. the following room was dedicated to spain and extremadura. newspapers to browse through while praying. then scissors to cut out things and put them on the wall, all the while praying. to the left was more local. an interactive cd on extremadura, which loads of info on how to pray. next was the world. a huge map with little stickons to portray prayers. paragraphs written about countries in need. flags. later a room with a huge blank sheet where names of friends and family members can be scribbled down. acts of faith that God will touch and intervene in their lives. and at the end, a reflection room. where prayers, where thoughts, where praise, where anything can be written on the wall. visible thoughts and prayers. candles. red lights. cushions on the floor, you get the idea.

time well spent. eternity was affected. that day, many prayers drifted into the throne room, carrying with them a beautiful smell.

wedding

the other weekend some really good friends of mine, juli and maría, got married. happiness.


the mafia


az and abby


juli and maría

Interpreters

a prayer

You have spoken.
You have touched my heart and it pained me.
You extended your finger and it burned.
I felt dry and distant and never again do I want that experience.
You have me.

I give you my dreams.
I lay them down at your feet.
All I have is yours.
My reputation is yours.
My security is yours.
My vision is yours.
My heart is yours
I give you my hopes.
My expectations are in your hands.

I am your creation and you are my creator.
My life has been bought at a price.
I am no longer my own.
I live not for myself but for you, my God.
And I realize that all I can do is lay myself down at your feet.