Friday, August 27, 2010

RUSSIA - Calendar of Events

Aug 29 - Happy Birthday Sista B



Aug 30

Arrive Moscow

Overnight Moscow


Aug 31- Happy Birthday ME!

Day in Moscow

Overnight train to Voronezh


Sep 1

Arrive in Voronezh

Hope House Ministry


Sep 2

Hope House Ministry


Sep 3

Hope House Ministry

Overnight train to Moscow


Sep 4

Arrive in Moscow

Overnight train to Kirov


Sep 5

Arrive in Kirov

Worship with Kirov Bible Church


Sep 6

Prepare and make purchases for Orphanage programs


Sep 7 - 9

Orphanage outreach


Sep 10

Local ministry

Overnight train to Moscow


Sep 11

Arrive in Moscow


Sep 12

Depart for USA

Arrive USA


Going, Going, Gone...

"He put your feet on a wonderful road that took you straight to a good place to live." Psalm 107:7


I DO live in a good place. It is still filled with boxes - but it is a good place. Once I settle in, it will be a great place. In the meantime - I can still say it is a very good place, because all my dirty clothes have been washed (already) and are set to put back in my suitcase for my departure THIS Sunday (August 29)for Russia.


Sunday morning we shared a last meal and a lot of tears with the families. The Chaplain delivered a message of commitment to Christ and His hope for their lives. He then offered a time for the families to share their experiences of the weekend. In the room were probably some of the toughest, most courageous men in the military standing up sharing their, "feelings." Now you don't see THAT everyday.


One by one, the Marines stood and expressed how much having time with their families meant to them; how a good dose of laughter had been a great medicine! There must have been beach sand blowing through the vents because eyes were watering all around.


Last night, I was sharing with my son a time when someone in the group thanked the soldiers. Universally across the room came the response, "MARINES." He didn't understand the difference and neither did I (until it happened in San Diego). He said "isn't a soldier a soldier?" The best analogy I could come up with was if a Navy Seal (their elite special operations fighting branch) had been called a "sailor."


There is a difference, and those in the battlefield know. Words and labels get watered down and loose their true identity the more they are used and mis-used. I typically refer to myself as a "Believer." The term "Christian" has developed a stigma here in the Bible Belt. I want people to make certain defining associations when they label me. God forbid anyone confuse me with a "clown."


"Any mission assigned will be accomplished in a superior manner no matter what the obstacles."


This is a vow every Marine makes when he commits to serve our nation and fight for freedom. I wish the "Believers" followed and executed the same seriousness of oath taking when they make a commitment to follow Christ. Of course the invitation songs, long out of "fashion" and seldom sung in the "contemporary" services held some of those truths. "I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back, no turning back." Most have forgotten the "mission" everyone has been assigned: "GO, and make disciples." 


I am going, and going, and going. You might think it is foolish or unwise or worse. I may not be a Marine, a Navy Seal, or an Army Ranger, but I AM in an elite Special Operations Command Unit! I am not trying to take a hill in Afghanistan or Iraq, I am trying to save the WORLD! For the God I served so loved the world, that He sent His only Son...


Dramatic, you had better believe it! It IS worth fighting for, it is what I live for, and it IS worth dying for - as every soldier and Marine knows there IS a greater cause than themselves. Working together WE can defeat the already defeated enemy, we CAN take back territory (hearts and souls) our Sovereign King purchased.


I can't send out an Uncle Sam pointing his menacing finger saying, "We want You." I can't send a patriotic photo using the Marine slogan, "We're looking for a few good men." What I can send from my traveling typewriter is the reminder you voluntarily committed your life to serve the King when you accepted His gift of salvation.


Boot camp is over. The war in the heavenlies is raging. I'm returning to fight behind enemy lines. Are you going to have my "back?"


Under the wire - taking territory!



We have entered into a world of acronyms. I learned a few of definitions in San Diego, but for some reason (perhaps my approaching birthday) I seem to have forgotten all but OIF and OEF.

During any given conversation, on a range of topics that might include even seemingly non-military activities like car pooling or grocery shopping, the acronyms will start flying faster than humming birds enjoying nectar. "Oh yeah my DEO took my FRA and then the STE said it would be okay. (I am making these up but you get the picture.)


In case you are unfamiliar with the terms, OIF was the first military action: Operation Iraqi Freedom, and the current action is OEF: Operation Enduring Freedom.


I like the concept; not in military terms but in reference to our daily fight of faith - enduring freedom. We fight against the unseen principalities of darkness for the eternal freedom of others. After the incident last night I assure you he IS out for blood!


The Keynote speaker, had so many great ones on endurance, and perseverance, I was determined to take notes so I could remember them to share (age strikes again).  F.I.D.O. turned out to be my favorite, even though the Marines use it in the battlefield. When something doesn't go quite as expected, "Forget It - Drive On."  


I have acted engaged when the acronyms started, but... it did give me a caveat when I shared with the women during our afternoon time of pampering.


I explained why those of us who are civilians may have had a glazed look in our eyes when they were talking. They laughed realizing how they do have a special "language" that gives them the ability to communicate a great deal of information effectively and efficiently. It IS the military after all.


I explained my hobbling and the night I had. As they were listening, it felt worth the pain to share the pleasure of a good belly laugh.   Then I gave them an acronym they didn't know. P.U.S.H.


Pray Until Something Happens


Be assured there is never any doubt, or discount of the importance of what YOUR prayers do for me personally and the work of the ministry. This side of heaven you and I will never know what the impact our intercession has had for others.


"Take the old prophets as your mentors. They put up with anything, went through everything and never once quit, all the time honoring God. What a gift life is to those who stay the course." 1 Peter 5


These events are referred to as "getaways" because soldiers and Marines NEVER retreat. We could all take a lesson from them.


Resting, knowing the best fighting position is on my knees. I did not learn that working with the military, I learned it from the Leader of the Heavenly Hosts making war on our behalf.

House Calls

Also know as "Doctors Luke and Laura Part Two"


I stayed up late last night, if you happened to glance at the time stamp on the email you might have wondered what was I thinking writing until 1:00 in the morning! But I am committed to passing on what is going on, and enlisting prayer especially for those enlisted!


I fell asleep, only to wake up a few hours later having ingested too much water while my thumbs were busy typing on the 2" keypad of my portable world. As I made my way back to bed in the dark, my roommate asked in a clearly awake tone, "Are you okay?" I assured her it was just the common nightly necessity for the well-watered.


And then she said, "I'm not."


I stopped motionless at the edge of her bed, "What do you mean?" She replied, "My shoulder is hurting so bad I think you might have to take me to the Emergency Room." "What!" Then she hesitated and said, "Maybe some ice will help." "Great", I'm thinking about the trek down the hall with some reservation. Probably sensing this, the next thing I heard was, "No, just pray."


Now that I can do.


But the next sounds that came out of my mouth were not prayerful. No, I confess they were far from intercession. The next sounds she heard were a string of expletives. "What, what, what?" my roommate was asking. Was this some new form of asking for a response from the heavens?   


Actually, on my way to intercede I had stepped on a piece of broken glass (from the first night's accidental breaking of the microwave plate). I switched on the light, blood pouring from my heel, I sat down on the edge of the bed and alerted my friend I was pulling the glass chunk from my heel. As I hobbled to the bathroom to grab a towel to stop the bleeding, I turned to her and said, "I bet you quit thinking about your shoulder."


As I applied pressure, she got up and said, "Maybe I will go down and get some ice." Since the light was on I watched as she walked to the door and pulled off her nightgown. I thought, "her pain has made her delirious!" "What are you doing! You can't go down the hall like that." She said, "No, I am changing into my swimsuit pullover so it doesn't look like a nightgown."


She stood in front of the mirror adjusting the pullover and said, "you know, I think this looks more like pajamas. I'm not sure I should go out like this."


"Don't worry," I assured her, "the Darth Vader mask around your face will distract them." (She wears a C-Pap for her sleep apnea). When she returned with the ice, the bleeding had stopped and I prayed, "We praise you Father for the pain. We praise You for the blood that was shed on our behalf, we praise You even now men and women are in harm's way facing much worse to fight for our freedom..." You get the picture.


After the amens, I said out loud to the minions that had disturbed us, "We are not fighting "for" victory, we are fighting "from" victory. If that is all you've got - bring it on!"


We started singing: "I love, you Lord, and I lift my voice to worship You oh my soul rejoice. Take joy my King, in what You hear, may it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear." I think that covered the profanity. We also tried to remember the words to a few other ones but soon tired and gave up.


It was quiet, until we both burst out laughing. We laughed for the better part of an hour. Yes, it did probably hurt when she laughed (my foot was elevated and fine).


"A cheerful heart has a continual feast." Proverbs 15:15


We are fighting an unseen enemy that is trying to halt the work being done. My roommate just expressed this was the worst continuous pain she has ever experienced in her life (and those who know her, know that is saying a lot).


This afternoon the wives are being pampered, and the guys are going to go do physical activities. There is a special evening planned for the couples and the children are going to be away from them for the longest time tonight. With 11 children under the age of 5 that has a lot of potential tear time!


But there will always be laughter!


Saturday, August 21, 2010

Doctors Luke and Laura

No, General Hospital fans, Luke and Laura did not go to med school and become anything other than the Soap Opera characters they play.

I am referring to the writer of the Gospel book and Dr. Laura (of recent notoriety on her gross political incorrectness).

I don't know the context or content; when, where, why or what she said other than the number of times I heard quoted on the news she used THE derogatory term. But come on, we know she is not stupid - she's a doctor! What WAS she thinking?

I thought of this bit of celebrity news tonight because when I looked up the verse I wanted to use to relate today's tale, I realized it was only found in the "doctor's" account of the Nativity.

We listen to doctors.

We put a lot of credence to their words; especially when we feel bad, or are waiting for a diagnosis.

I learned (re-learned) the account of the Angels' visit to the shepherds is only noted in the book of Luke. The physician told of the supernatural happenings announcing the birth. It obviously impressed him, being a man of science, to add that aspect of the Nativity to his writings on the life of Christ.

"...on earth peace, and good will to all men." Luke 2:14

Funny, that is not the way I remembered it. I thought it was "Peace on earth, good will to men." That phrasing, (Google is great) is actually from a Civil War poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow set to music and know as "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day."

I wanted to use the verse as a "play on words," for tonight, here on the East Coast shore, we had a Hawaiian Luau. I am spending my time serving Marines and their families who bring "peace on earth." Several volunteers spent the better part of this afternoon decorating and transforming the entrance to the dining room into a tropical backdrop to take family photos as they arrived.

I brought Hawaiian style shirts for all the participants (I never travel light) for the most part purchased at ...

drum roll please...


Here we had "peace on earth and Goodwill ON men!"

Perhaps you had to be there to appreciate the festivities - but it was a picture of "a whole lot of happy."* Absolutely supernatural, and certainly worthy of a Longfellow poem!

Not one of the Special Operations Command Unit turned down the opportunity to don a lei and put a floral shirt on top of their own attire. They were even coordinating the colors of the flowers to match their shirts. These are Marines - what is going on?

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine." Proverbs 17:22

I don't know (and don't particularly care) what Dr. Laura was doing, but Dr. Luke wanted future generations to know what the Angels announced.

God sent His Son for earth's peace; and yet two thousand years later it is still costing lives, and blood is still being shed for its purchase. AND there are still men and women willing to die to give that gift to people they will never meet.

"And in despair, I bow'd my head: "There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song, of Peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep; "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail with Peace on earth, good will to men."

I have had the great honor to meet and to serve some of the men and women who have VOLUNTEERED to fight for my peace - on my piece of this earth.
I am privileged to call many of them friends.

I will keep coming, and going as long as people like you are willing

to "send in the clown."

Listening for the sound of bells,

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Bring a Gift of Laughter

Our army of volunteers did not need to hear a bugle to bring us to breakfast and get the day started. Each one of us was eager to "get the show on the road." There are many youth from a local area church to help us entertain and corral the 40+ children of the 20 arriving families.

Shortly after our meal we began logistics training on what was planned for the arrival of the families and these days ahead. Of course, well made plans are seldom executed with accuracy. All of us learned lessons in flexibility, patience, and going with the flow as best as we were able.

Aside from the practical "do's" and "don'ts" the Chaplain spoke from the heart on how critical the time we are sharing with these families really is. Deployed twice to Iraq during some of the worst battlefield casualties, he related his own experience of loss. His wife's father passed away, he was in Iraq; his father-in-law's funeral was held, he was in Iraq; and his daughter celebrated her third birthday, he was in Iraq. All common occurrences in day to day family life, and yet - he sacrificed, they sacrificed, willingly.

He was not telling these events to evoke our sympathy, he was merely sharing how each and everyone of the soldiers, their wives, AND their children are giving up, missing out yet going on - to serve OUR country and fight for OUR freedom.
We sat humbled, contemplating the cost. He shared he was with his battalion (not his family) over Christmas. One of the men in his company asked if he could find him a guitar. Astonished to learn this soldier had any musical talent at all (never came up in conversation), he assured him he would find one.

During the evening service as they celebrated the birth of our Savior, the soldier picked up the guitar and played "What Child is This?" As it turned out, the Marine had been classically trained, but had not played in years. The Chaplain, with tears glazing his eyes even today, said "Marines don't cry. But that night well... we might have gotten sand or something in our eyes that caused them to water a bit."

On December 26th, the Marine went out on patrol. His vehicle hit an IED (improvised explosive devise) his right arm was blown off.

"Haste, haste to bring Him laud.."

It is hard to know just what we can offer, what we can "do" for them or their families that will mean anything. And yet - no labor of love (or for love) is in vain. God promises to honor our efforts even one's that seem as insignificant as finding a guitar for a soldier to offer a (last) song up to His King.

The families arrived through the thunderstorms that were raging all around the South Carolina coast. They were weary, but by dinner and the rock concert that followed they we're ready to roll! Their serious demeanor dropped, as "Tina" (another one of my disordered personalities) had the wives shaking percussion instruments and the Marines dancing in a Conga Line through the dining room. Their children arrived (to enjoy the closing ice cream social) and with dropped mouths at the antics of their parents - soon joined in jamming and jigging up for a scoop of frozen bliss.

Unconventional, no doubt, but don't forget - we are not given weapons of earthly kind. We are given weapons designed to bring down strongholds and principalities of darkness!

"On your feet now, applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter." Psalm 100:2 The Message

Burning calories, and dancing like King David (except for the under clothes part)!
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Monday, August 16, 2010

It Came to Pass

Once upon a time, when the west winds of Texas blew hot as a campfire with no marshmallows, a not so young woman was told to hit the trail. The "town wasn't big enough for the City folk who knew there was gold in them there dilapidated sheds. Their plans were to come in with giant machinery and build something taller, bigger, better, newer, and probably shiny.

I am used to being "on the move" but this is a new adventure in faith, things hoped for "as yet UNSEEN." There is not much to see in my apartment except piles of boxes and bags (you use what you've got - and I have a lot of suitcases).

I will never forget sitting in a small room in China with a fellowship of fairly new believers. My friends were teaching them how to study the Bible and discern wisdom from its pages. One of the listeners spoke up and made this declaration and in true communist form said, "No Bible, no breakfast!" That indictment has served me well in the years since I was privileged to hear it. In the midst of a huge mess - "no Bible no breakfast."

Today's Oswald Chambers passage hit the mark: "it is when crisis arises that we instantly reveal upon whom we rely...the crisis will reveal that we can go to the point of breaking, yet without breaking our confidence in Him."

The boxes and disorder I see as I look around will eventually find a suitable spot in my organized life. The balance in the ministry bank account will go up and down and even though it is at an all time low - I have faith - for the Lord of the Harvest needs workers willing to go and bring them into the family.

As I was praying for the peace to commit to returning to Russia, my daily Bible reading (no Bible no breakfast) was Acts 26. It is the passage where Paul encounters the Master; "but now up on your feet-I have a job for you. I've hand picked you to be a servant and witness to what's happened today, and to what I'm going to show you. I'm sending you off to open the eyes of the outsiders so they can see the difference between dark and light...I'm sending you off to present my offer of sins forgiven and a place in the family, inviting them into the company of those who begin real living by believing in Me." v. 16-18

I am humbled to have an opportunity to serve the Special Operatives of the United States Marines and their families. I have freedom because men and women like these VOLUNTEER to put themselves in harm's way and LIVE outdoors in the sweltering desert heat carrying over a 100 pounds of gear so I can carry a Bible and pray, and preach in places far from home.

I treasure the opportunity to practice pure religion undefiled and visit the widows and orphans of the Kirov region in Russia. It will be my first trip to the area in seven years.

With all the coming and going, packing and unpacking- my refrigerator is empty. I am feeding on the truth of one of my favorite phrases in the Bible:

"It came to pass..."

It did not come to stay.

On about the Father's business

"What does Scripture say? Charlynn entered into what God was doing for her, and that was the turning point." Romans 4:3 The Message

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"And the Oscar Goes to...

Sally Fields for Places in the Heart"

What movie buff could ever forget the 1984 acceptance speech the long-time actress gave as she picked up her Oscar that night.

"You like me, you really, really like me."

The Chaplain serving this weekend at the MARSOC Getaway sent out the following email to the arriving volunteers:

"Greetings from US Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command, Camp Lejeune, NC.

As of today our roster is finalized at 100% and our Marine families are VERY excited. The response has been incredible/miraculous- NO SURPRISE given our fervent prayers, planning and God's fidelity!

Thank you for your prayerful preparation and all the extra miles you're traveling to answer our Lord's call.

We are about to see God do amazing temporal and eternal work in the hearts of many. Without breaching clergy confidence, God is allowing us to minister to a truly special bunch of people that are in great need of Christ-centered encouragement, renewal, and refreshing. I've no doubt God has innumerable appointments planned this very week.

I look forwarded to meeting each of you and watching the Lord work with us all. Be forewarned, you're about to catch an infectious case of "glory bumps"!

On mission with you, See you Wednesday. Chaplain D"

I cried.

Again, as usual, and certainly by now you know it comes naturally.

But I cried because I felt like Sally Fields accepting the Oscar that night. "God really, really LIKES me." I know that might seem a bit hard to grasp (like vs. love), but last night I started reading a book by Brennan Manning one of my close friends (and fellow ragamuffins) gave me. It is called "The Wisdom of Tenderness."

After a long day of packing for South Carolina, unpacking boxes, clarifying schedules for Russia (planes, trains, and automobiles) I was having a hard time following his concept. The introduction seemed to have more "big" words than usual. I thought "Perhaps I'm just overloaded and need to stay at the shallow end of the spiritual pool for now." Regardless, I kept reading the introduction:

"Do I wholeheartedly trust that God likes me?... If you answer without hesitation, "Oh yes, God does like me; in fact, He's very fond of me," you're living in the wisdom of accepted tenderness."

In my fatigue, I had to think too hard to "get" the concept. I thought of all the things the Father has allowed me to be a part of; all the faces and places He has shared with me. I mulled it over and thought, "He must like me." When I read the letter from the Chaplain the weight of His glory and tender mercy washed over me like a Tsunami, taking every anxious thought, financial doubt, disorganized worry about my life away. Tender indeed.

Please pray as the Chaplain directed.

Praise the Father who loves us beyond measure and "likes" us no matter what!

No Oscar needed for this smile
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Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Left Behind

"With God's power working in us, God can do much, much more than anything we can ask or imagine." Ephesians 3:20

I am surprised.

After a full day working in the sweltering heat of my westward facing apartment (temperature registered inside at 93 degrees), I look around at my emptied bookcases and I am surprised. What was accomplished the first day was far more than I imagined.

My youngest son came to help last night and he was surprised too! Moving all their mother's "stuff" was one of my children's big fears. They often said if anything happened to me while I was overseas they would just pay rent for my "stuff" in perpetuity! Joking of course, but it was something they didn't want to deal with. And today, I see, it's not all that bad.

Except for the dust.

At the top of one of my bookcases was a box. As my son carefully handed it down to me he said, "I don't know what this is but it sure is dusty." This relocation is giving me an opportunity to dust things off, change things up and prepare for the next journey to the ends of the earth.

Today, I am making my plane reservations and filling out my visa application to return to Russia on August 29. What a wonderful celebration for my birthday, to be with my friends and the young men at Hope House I saw in May. My teammate and I will spend a few days in Voronezh, and then travel north to Kirov to revisit the orphanages we have not been to in many years. It will be a great time of reconnecting with our co-laborers in Christ and ministering to those in need.

But before I head of to the distant shores, I will travel to South Carolina for the second MARSOC (Marines Special Operations Command) event sponsored by Joni and Friends (August 17-23). What a whirlwind.

Dust might be left behind when nothing around it moves, but I want to be sure no souls are!

"God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life." Psalm 51:9

Smiling up a sweat,

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Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Not My Home...

"... They admitted they were aliens and strangers on earth. People who say such things show they are looking for a country of their own... longing for a better country-a heavenly one." Hebrews 11:13-16

I have been back in the United States just over 36 hours. It took me 36 hours to get from East Africa to DFW. Somewhere in those numbers is a calculation that should balance out and return me to "normal." But as I look at the disheveled boxes (assembled by my sons late last night) I know I am no where near normal and won't be anytime soon. It doesn't take a calculator to understand I am in a state of chaos.

Two days before I left for Tanzania, the management company hand-delivered a letter informing all residents of the demolition of our "homes." For some, this apartment complex has been a place of comfortable residential community for over 30 years. Yes, you did read that correctly.

Apartments are often thought of as "transitional" places to live; when you first move away from the home of your parents, while you are at school, until you get married, after you get divorced, until your "real" and stable life of home ownership begins. But reality is not a Milton Bradley version of "Life." "First you start out with two thousand and a car." Oh, if things were that lyrical on the way.

"I wonder, "Will I ever make it- arrive in God's presence?" I'm on a diet of tears- tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, pestering, "Where is this God of yours?" These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life." Psalm 42:2-4

I am leaving this "sanctuary" of eight years to create a new one just up the road. As I look at the mountain of boxes and all my "stuff" I am definitely overwhelmed. As soon as I officially vacate this place for the next - I will be back on a plane off to serve the Marine Special Operations Command (MARSOC) in South Carolina (August 17-23).

Somewhere covered in the stack is my suitcase that still needs to be unpacked. I cried this morning (again or still) at the thought of the task at hand. I cried because I want to be effective and efficient and out in the Harvest Fields. I pray for this next week to be a "Forrest Gump" one. You remember when he was being chased by the bullies with his clanking leg braces on? His friend Jenny cheered him from the sidelines, "Run Forrest, Run!" The things used to straighten him up fell by the roadside. He was RUNNING!

"Do you see what this means - all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down and start running and never quit!" Hebrews 12:1

We had an extraordinary time in Tanzania. Over 700 women (and men) heard teaching on the love of Christ and His grace, mercy and mission for those who follow Him. 150 Maasai tribal women received the gift of the Living Word of God. All attendees were given certificates of achievement. And we fulfilled Jesus instructions to His disciple Peter, to "feed My sheep." Each day those in attendance were served a hot meal to sustain and nourish them. Many walked over 3 hours to attend and would have a 3 hour walk to return to their village. Recounting those hardships and difficulties eases the thought of packing and moving in 105• heat.
In 1996, John Piper gave a sermon on "Doing Missions When Dying is Gain." He recounts the story of two Moravians. They knew they would never return to the "sanctuary" of the homeland they were leaving. They knew there was a nation of lost souls that needed to hear the love of Christ and the only way they could was if someone WENT. They sold themselves into slavery and headed to the West Indies.

As the boat drifts out into the harbor they lift their hands and say, "May the Lamb receive the reward of His suffering."

I lift my hands in praise to the Lamb for the world He has allowed me to witness.

I lift my hands in praise for the nations who have responded to the Good News and will send out missionaries to distant lands

I lift my hands in praise at the chaos, for out of chaos came Creation!

I lift my hands in praise for THIS IS NOT MY HOME!

I lift my hands in praise, for worthy is the Lamb!

Move over Moravians
Charlynn adrift
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