Irreverent Rev

Irreverently loving Jesus and serving God.
My girl, Vanessa with a bad, itchy bug bite and my bottle of Purification! Take that bug bite! #magicoils #lovemyoils #essentialoils

My girl, Vanessa with a bad, itchy bug bite and my bottle of Purification! Take that bug bite! #magicoils #lovemyoils #essentialoils

On a deeper level you are already complete. When you realize that, there is a joyous energy behind what you do.

—Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)

(Source: lazyyogi, via godgirl64)

The Holiness of Craft

michaelleepoetry:

There is nothing holier than being covered in your craft. Plaster. Saw dust. Paint. My only regret, as a writer, is that when I set down the pen, or close the screen, there is no toil left visible on my hands. There is no cut, no blister. I can almost sneak my entire life into a stack of paper and have nothing to show for it, if I do not place it in your hands like a telescope and give you permission to look inside of me. Perhaps, though, that is the gift of it.

(via godgirl64)

What is the Bible?

robbellcom:

Part 1. Someone Wrote Something

I’ve had a number of conversations recently that somehow led to the Bible. I say somehow because these weren’t conversations with particularly religious friends, and yet what they talked about was their interest in the Bible.

For some, they readily…

Love Rob Bell so I’m passing along his blog series on the bible.

rob bell: A bit from What We Talk About When We Talk About God:

robbellcom:

We’re these strange, exotic cocktails of dust and quarks and blood and soul and all that can’t be named, containing infinite depth and dimension and spirit, featherless bipeds arguing and dividing ourselves up about all sorts of things that are, in the end, completely meaningless.

I sometimes…

The Holiness of Craft

michaelleepoetry:

There is nothing holier than being covered in your craft. Plaster. Saw dust. Paint. My only regret, as a writer, is that when I set down the pen, or close the screen, there is no toil left visible on my hands. There is no cut, no blister. I can almost sneak my entire life into a stack of paper and have nothing to show for it, if I do not place it in your hands like a telescope and give you permission to look inside of me. Perhaps, though, that is the gift of it.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

— Ursula K. Le Guin (via giganticworlds)

(via cat)

On a deeper level you are already complete. When you realize that, there is a joyous energy behind what you do.

—Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)

(Source: lazyyogi)