Trendy

I feel especially trendy sitting on my front porch with my shiny laptop. It's a cool night with stars invisible. I don't know if that is due to clouds or if I'll never be able to see stars living here, so close to downtown.

I am attending a prayer conference at my church this weekend. The guy leading it is pretty famous, apparently. One of the other attendees said that the conference speaker (CS) had a quiet time each day since... some day in the fall of 1949. This was just after he talked about how he had prayed so often for God to get the glory in the things he did. He talked about worshipping God in spirit and how sometime we do things in the flesh, even like praying in public and thinking more about what the people hearing it will think rather than thinking about the One to whom we are talking.

I end up re-writing so many sentences after ending them with prepositions. I don't know if I would wish that was not a rule, or if I would simply talk and think that way. I rarely end sentences in prepositions when I write them, at least not many times that I can think of. ;-)

As the CS talked about confession, he told us that in Hebrew or Greek or Elvish or something that confession meant that you spoke the same, or that you agreed. Like that we agree with God that our sin is sin, that He's in charge and we're not, that He knows best and we don't.

The CS went on to tell us that Satan was an accuser and that it's actually him that gives us guilt. (I think the CS meant the emotion of guilt.) He said that what God did when we sinned was grieve. He doesn't send guilt down to us (He blots it out) but He does grieve. The conference speaker talked about asking God to let us feel His grief when we sin, if we dare.


And the LORD told him: "Listen to all that the people are saying to you; it is not you they have rejected, but they have rejected me as their king. - 1 Samuel 8:7