Scripture: Let it be shouted out

Isaiah 42: 10-12

Sing to the LORD a new song,
his praise from the ends of the earth,
you who go down to the sea, and all that is in it,
you islands, and all who live in them.

Let the desert and its towns raise their voices;
let the settlements where Kedar lives rejoice.
Let the people of Sela sing for joy;
let them shout from the mountaintops.

Let them give glory to the LORD
and proclaim his praise in the islands.

My brothers and sisters in Christ,

I was most disturbed today in the cafeteria. Brother Scott introduced the "Scripture Corner" where you can read scripture that you feel led to read or a word that is encouraging. This is not what disturbs me; I was pleased that this was introduced. Immediately he told them that he believed that the part he was gonna read was meant for them. Now as he was reading I noticed the people who had been there from that moment on had very little interest. How unfortunate was that and even more appalling when a person I knew who was sitting at the table with me made a joke saying, "Cory, you should stone him, he's preaching in public." Furthermore, I went to a brother elsewhere and he stated that they couldn't hear him, it was the first
day, and people go in and out at different times.

I understand and accept that it was the first time and will weight it out through the week. I may even accept that they could not hear him, however I did not see crowds gathering close to hear God's Scripture being spoken. There were a few (Praise the LORD) who gathered to ask him what this was about at the end. This is unfortunate and though I am young and have much to learn I cannot imagine Paul, or Jeremiah or even Isaiah (from which Scott was reading) would have let this simply be a passing thing. But as I mentioned I will

wait and see.

Oil Painting "Freedom"

This is the painting I came up with prior to my first step to getting rid of my addiction to something. The painting is Oil based and took a couple weeks to paint then about a month to dry.

My analysis of what this painting means to me:
First of all he is in "his own hell" breaking from chains, the blue light represents the saving action of God. God broke me from my bondage with my efforts.

If I were to tell you a story... Part 2

University arrives and I still in my sin and addictions and everything, waste a good portion of my life. Meanwhile going to a Baptist church, I decided I should get baptised because it had been on my mind for some time, not to mention other people were doing it. I did talk to my pastor about getting rid of my addiction and he wanted me to tell other people. I gave it some thought. About a couple years. Through that a variety off things happened: I left the school, I got a job and my own place. I start going to this church in town as my rides started to dry out to the Baptist church out of town.

Somwhere in the midst of summers I had asked that he would give me some type of "sign" whether he wanted me at Bible college. He gave it.

Anyway, The new church with its wacko theology of putting fault somewhere else as they would not make me feel horrible about my sin. They would not "rain on my parade" I knew that my addiction was wrong. and talked to my pastor about it and we edit* unfortunately ended up pray[ing] on getting rid of a demon. Well after that I got the idea for a painting (titled: Freedom). later that year I went to camp again and had my first summer as a cabin leader and preached a watered down Gospel to the kids I did not give them the bad news either so I was just asking for trouble sure the whole cabin wanted to be a Christian. At that point I decided it would be a good point to test this by telling them a few things that might deter a fake entrance as the heart is desperately wicked. I have no clue as to whether any of them are saved or not. They will have to wait to see if good fruit comes out from it. I unfortunately deemed edit* the prayer as assurance of salvation.

I ended up going to a Bible college and being amazed at my roommate. Patience abounded him and he was so much different from other Christians. I listened to a sermon by Paul Washer and God really started to tear apart my world and woke me up seemingly by several bricks to the head. Several sermons and several Peter Mitchell classes later I eventually started on the road to a true Christianity.

A Narrow Road.

If I were to tell you a story... Part 1

He worked wonders from the start. Upon my entrance to the world, the human prognosis was not pleasant news. I was intended to be in a wheelchair to the end; and to the end I was not expected to offer any kind of coherent utterance.

He thumbed his nose at the doctors; and at the age of I think 2-3 I was able to take steps. Eventually later through the help of speech therapy I began to make out coherent sounds.

Divorce happened in my family as the result of my father's drunken nature at that time of life along with abuse. Rest assured I only remember once as a kid sticking a wooden spoon into his mouth while he was asleep.

I should mention throughout this we were all heathen unregenerate family. So no I was not raised in a Christian family. My step father ended up being verbally abusive to us. Eventually he calmed a little.

I meet a friend who invites me to this building and I go to a place where I learn an interesting name. Jesus Christ. (the same friend who leaves the church to continue in a life of sin)

Finally I began my eventual habitual entrance into a life consumed by sin. Grade 9, I entered into a heavy addiction of pornography and everything that attaches itself to that. High School arrived. I belonging to the geeks in the school eventually led to a introverted nature which drove my course into a heavy depression that deepened my addictions even more. The disability was my enemy and I loathed myself everyday. It was my sin.

I had been to a camp in my elementary years and had prayed some prayer not really having any clue as to what I was doing. Heaven just sounded like a nice place.

Eventually, I go into some youth group and started going to a Baptist church out of town. I look into my life and think hmmm did I pray right? so I did that over and over again until I figured it was enough.

Somewhere in here I begin my work in Camp ministry

A Servant's Cry

1st Blog

A Servant's Cry

Psalm 139:23-24

Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!

O my Lord how gracious are you! Let your name ring through the ages as a testament of your infinite holiness! Let it not be slandered, nor defiled or corrupted. It is the cry of thine servant Lord that you be glorified and I be humbled.
If I am to serve you today then please grant me strength. My trials make me weary, and my days grow long. However, I know that thou art with me. I will seeketh your face when my direction becomes unclear. As I will chase only for your will. Let me deny myself. Let me not run into the worlds arms lest I should compromise my servanty in pleasing you. Keep me not in sin rather deliver me from such filth. May I serve you all the days of my life.

Amen



As a college student I am quite busy. However, the Lord should always keep as my only love. This is extremely difficult but I keep praying that I will have faith that God will carry me through. If someone of the world be reading this let them look to my master, then repent and believe in.... The Lord Jesus Christ!