In this episode I interview Micha Claycamp who served as my former
youth pastor. We talk about when to tell someone about the things you might be struggling with.

  • Can you trust God?
  • Is the Bible the true authority and can it be trusted?
  • Does God truly care

 

The Poem we discussed was Senior Year

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My only hope

How can I be angry at my only hope?
Raise my fist in protest
When my history shows
Many points I should have died
But his intervention
Is now my reason for being
A child of the king,
Oh friend, how can I make you understand?
God is not to blame for your tragedies..
He did not cause them,
Evil was not  his design
He didn’t author wickedness,
His plans are not mine.
How can you still be angry when you consider who he is ?
Then consider this,
torture, mockery, nails driven through wrists,
All for the sake of all consuming love.
But I do not understand his ways,
where was he when?
His answer, right beside you, even in the deepest of pits.

 

Scriptures Mentioned

2 Cor 3:3

Rom [8:32]

Rom [8:28]

Lam [3:14]-20

2 Tim [1:10]

Resources

Maddie Montgomery from For Today

 




Desert Traipse

There you were, always shifting

Guess I always thought that you would be there.

But I did not realize that you were slipping away,

Not till I awoke to discover it was too late.

I remember it like yesterday,

The day I went under the knife,

The Doc swore he’d do all he could,

To restore my temporal sight.

But in that moment time stood still.

With pokes and prods I learned heaven’s will.

Too much scarring I heard him say,

And then a temporal cadaver remained

Everything I thought once mattered

My faith once strong, now shredded and shattered.

Years I traipsed through that desert waste.

Heaven was to blame

Went to the church when it was expected

Only to retreat, his message rejected.

Yet even still an ember remained ,

and if I listened I’d hear his whisper.

Slowly the ember brightened to a spark.

Death transformed to life inside my heart.

I still lack temporal vision,

But with ears wide open I’ve begun to listen.

Eternity is just a breath away,

And on that day I will see the face,

Of the one who bore the nails and took my place.