I just had about an hour long conversation with the author of the book I'm reading. Okay, so he wasn't actually there, but - just the same. We argued mostly and he even won most of the time - but I don't think it was because he was right, more because his way sounded more logical and mine in the moment seemed rediculous. Yeah, I guess the fact that I am writing on a blog about a fake conversation with Don Something is rediculous too. I suppose it didn't even have to be Don, I very well could have been arguing with myself (okay shutup...I know that IS what I was doing). So anyway - my main problem with him was that his book was too down to earth, I loved it because I am so much like him, and I hated it because I am so much like him. He seemed to write in such a casual and comic way as to glorify his imperfections. I heard myself saying, "Hey! me too!" alot...which made me mad because I knew that was probably what he wanted me to do. Well I'm going to think about this more before I talk about it. Why I began writing about Don is beyond me.
Last night I listened to a message by David Wilkinson....or Wilkerson called A Call To Anguish. I have never heard someone speak with so much pain in their voice as though their gut was being wrenched by their own words. For the first time in a long time, I felt that this public display of emotion was very pure...and this man desires holiness in the Church more than I have learned to yet. I felt like I had been set on fire...my cheeks felt warm and I couldn't wait to get to my room and pray. The past 2 nights with God have been strangely deep and real - it isn't every day that you cry out from the bottom of your soul and feel wholly honest that you really do want to be found pleasing...and so full of sorrow that you find your heart so fascinated by other things. How good God is to us...
http://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=3843
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