One In Jesus

“Be My Escape”

I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.

I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do

And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You

So were You

Over the last several months, a number of readers have written asking for my time management tips. I’ve resisted this for several reasons. First, I wasn’t sure what they are. Second, I’m not sure how to do that without sounding condescending. You see, I’m a little warped on the subject.

When I was very young — elementary age or younger — we had a visiting preacher who preached on time management. He went so far as to urge the congregation to keep plastic writing boards in their showers with grease pencils to write down great thoughts that come in the shower. And me, being very young, and seeing these great truths expounded from the pulpit, figured this life-changing lesson came from the word of God. And so I begged my mother for my own writing board and grease pencil, figuring God wants me to write down my great thoughts — the ones that come in the shower.

My mother reminded me that I didn’t take showers but rather played with toy boats in the bathtub. She suggested that this was not God’s word from On High, but simply the suggestions of a preacher who was wound a little too tightly.

This is a theological sort of blog. Readers expect theology. These tips are not theology, Bible, or required. In fact, they are entirely personal and not necessarily even recommended. They are certainly not recommended for everyone. Continue reading →