Holy Balloons

It's been a great week, a tiring week filled with work & business, but a great week none the less. We've got our start on boiler room pace and are excited about the possibilities. I know that it's far from where it will be eventually, but it's a start.

I'd be pretty fool hardy to think that some paint, a coffee maker, some huge nails, a sledge & a graffiti wall is going to make a difference in the world, or on a local level for that matter, but I know that it is just the 1st step in a long, never ending journey. No matter how far He's called any to walk, it always begins with that 1st step. Our 1st is all about fostering an environment that says Dad is here...come rest...whisper to Him in secret...scream at Him your heart...crawl up in His massive lap & know that He is God.

So this is where it begins. 24-7. To pray without ceasing. It's so much more than having our heads constantly bowed. It's about opening the door to our heart repeatedly & rhythmically so that our conscious bleeds into the subconscious. Our prayers begin to know no boundaries and have no etiquette. They begin to show up in the damnest of places. Places where we would think that that Holy balloon should have no business. Places where they should have been all along.

"Whether we think of, or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for Him, all is prayer, when we have no other object than His love, and the desire of pleasing Him. All that a Christian does, even in eating and sleeping, is prayer, when it is done in simplicity, according to the order of God...In souls filled with love, the desire to please God is a continual prayer."

---John Wesley, A Plain Account of Christian Perfection