I wrote this prayer this morning after dumping my guts out to the Lord. I thought after-the-fact that I would share it with you all to let you into my head, heart and soul within this journey I’m on. The following is not a blame game, nor am I ever pretending that I am in any way the judge or jury, it’s just an authentic moment in time during this painful evening/morning of uncertainty, fear and desperation for God:

“You say your rod and your staff, thy comfort me. But where’s the comfort when I don’t, when I can’t see what you’re doing.

It’s painfully scary, and all I can see around me are a number of folks who claim to be your family; watching this suffering happen from the sideline out of their own fear that it will be one day be them suffering for the same thing—glad I’m taking it and not them.

Where are you Lord? I’m tired of them, I need you.

I am continually told that I can find you in hope.

Tell me then, where’s the hope when your people continue to just ignore your work?

Tell me then, where’s the comfort, as the only comfort I can find are in the people that are related to me?

It’s those professional Christians that do this; cause this.

They think they’re something, they think they’re doing good, and yet it’s child’s play. If I read another book or hear another sermon based on you that doesn’t dive deep and push all who believe to the core, I’m going to throw up and go berserk.

It’s surface.

Been done before. Will be done again. Nothing new, and yet so many of them are so very proud of their impact. Does impact mean everyone feels good after?

If that’s impact, I’m in some real trouble.

‘Want-a-cookie’ Christianity?

Guess that’s what the world wants. That’s what most Christians want. Let ‘em have it then.

They haven’t backed this bridge building movement up yet, why would it start now?

They call, email, Facebook and Twitter me and take because I’m the only one who will give. They gladly take everything they can.

Glean every ounce of knowledge with me asking nothing in return. And I’ve gladly done this because who else has been able to reach those closed-off-cool-group-professional Christians with this bridge building message?

Yet they still look at me like I’m some caged specimen—poking and prodding and looking around for something that they can label or recognize. And when they don’t, they take what they can for their own “knowledge” and move on to what they actually care about.

And that’s sure not the perceived side-show antics they get from me. Sure not God’s work that will actually force them to people and places they don’t want to go.

Too political.

Too polarized.

Too unstable.

Too many questions.

Too, too, too, too, too, too, too …

They go on and on.

It utterly deafens me.

You want my take: The excuses are too many and I can’t take them anymore.

There’s my ‘too’ for you—take it and then run back to your big building that reaches people tens of thousands of miles away,

tells people in your congregation they deserve an award for having a faithful belief system,

only gives select people a different standard, then completely shuns those banging on your front door pleading to let them in.

What happens then to the specimen you just picked to pieces?

Nothing.

I just lie here half dead, half alive, trying to find the will to continue for one more day; one more hour; for the next professional to come along wanting to talk, I mean take, I mean use; and I continue to let it happen because disseminating God’s bridge building work is more important to me than the medium others use to get it; that I might continue spreading this message.

And that’s the only way anyone will listen. So I just try to keep working within what I’m given.

What if it, I, The Marin Foundation, disappeared? Would any of those cookie-cutter professional Christians give a flying flip? Doubt it.

I’m breaking.

I have higher standards for those who claim to believe in the One I believe. Am I wrong Lord? Am I asking for too much? Asking for the wrong thing? Where’s the disconnect Lord, I’m so confused.

Tangible? Your people want numbers. Your people want to know how many wells were built for starving and thirsty folks to drink from…

The Marin Foundation builds wells.

We give the everlasting drink to those who didn’t even realize a sip was possible because they were told by some of your people that a sip was impossible.

You know this Lord! Do something. Wake up your people because I obviously can’t do it.

And yet none of what we do counts as a number for them. It doesn’t count as a drink. It doesn’t count as anything but an alien needing to be dissected because all of this is so strange.

Because it’s so foreign.

And yet it’s all so ordained.

I can’t take it anymore.

But why Lord, why do you let these things happen?

I read the Bible. I pray. I spend hours with you every single day. I call out your Name in tearful privacy. I listen for your voice. Something…anything. Please. Please Lord tell me what to do and where to go. Is this not enough? Don’t leave me Lord. Don’t let me hang here. I can’t keep going like this, I can’t keep loving with a heart that is becoming hardened.

Why do so many want to pat me on the back and tell me to keep going because they say you want me to keep going?

I don’t need their compliments, I need your tangible love that shows me more than many of their insincerely scripted meaningless blithering words. I know the ones that are sincere. I treasure those. I cling to those as I cling to you.

Professional Christianity. That’s what I get. That’s what I get for trying to do your work where those professional Christians like to look at and examine and not care enough to do anything else.

At least support the entity actually doing it. But no, those professional Christians can’t even do that because they don’t want this topic to become “one of our main ministry concentrations.”

I’ve heard that exactly phrase word-for-word too many times. If I hear that again I’m going to go insane!

Forget you then. And you wonder why so many out there can’t stand you or your church. You’re just that blind.

And because of it you’re going to kill off the one doing what you don’t want to.

And yet I don’t ever want to forget you. I want to love you. I want you to understand the importance of this bridge building work. I’m torn. My emotions are twisted for you Church. I give you so much, you take so much of me, and then you give of yourself in a rare moment, a thank you in return. I don’t understand what’s going on.

Why is it only the poor who want to stand beside me and walk with The Marin Foundation? Why is it only the one’s who can’t afford to pay their bills that month who see the need and give out of what they already can’t afford. Funny—those are the same people those professional Christians are trying to reach.

Look who’s reaching who?

Help me Lord.

Help my bitter heart.

Heal me. I don’t want to be like this … feel like this … think like this.

Help my resentful soul towards those who I perceive that poke, prod and take like I’m some firkin zoo animal. Heal me Lord. Let me continue freely giving your experiences and love towards them, that one day they might in turn give it to others—those others.

Praise your Holy Name.”

Much love.

The following was originally posted on January 29, 2009. This past weekend I had some very, very close people to me talk to me about some deep secrets and fears in their lives that are tearing them apart. In lieu of that, I thought it was important to put this post out there again.

Here is the link to me pouring my heart out about my own personal secrets and how I’ve come to forgive myself, and the others that have hurt me the most.

Much love.

www.themarinfoundation.org

Thank you Lord for this opportunity to Be;
For this opportunity to be Yours.

Our prayers, wants, hopes and desires –

We pray them knowing what we pray and the end result we yearn to see,
but can never know or understand the Kingdom ramifications of how You are going to get those simple, yet passionate and heartfelt eternal prayers accomplished.

Because what is in our head never seems to play itself out how we ourselves think it so.

Our direct points from A to B, might end up A to B looped through C to Z, backtracked to M and on to O; followed by P and back to E ending in where our original B prayer landed us.

And you do it because you respect us,
and deem our prayer worthy to the best that only You know how to accomplish it –

fully; and thoroughly lived out as only You can grant Your follower their Kingdom passions.

Therefore Father:

Let us be who you need us to be.
Let us do what you need us to do.
Let us go where you need us to go.
Let us work how you need us to work.
Let us live how you need us to live.
Let us speak how you need us to speak.
Let us feel what you need us to feel.
Let us follow how you need us to follow.
Let us lead how you need us to lead.
Let us learn what you need us to learn.

Whatever those words mean to you, and whatever that will look like for me and my life –

take me; take us.

Take all of us – however You see it to the optimal expression of our Spirit’s prayers.
And take all of us to truly, tangibly and as real as we possibly can:

Live out Your will on earth as it is in Heaven.

Thank you and Praise you Holy Father.
In Jesus precious name;
Amen.

Much love.
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