Nov 2019 - Due to a serious family illness, I am taking an indefinite break from blogging.
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Latest 'Prayers' Post: "Do you even see me Lord?!"
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Latest St. Wannabe Post: 'Great Expectations: The Sequel'
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Welcome to Riveted! My name is Jack Anderson. I love God.
Yet I've noticed lately that I haven't noticed Him lately. I am far too distracted from the one most worthy of my attention. What captures my attention most can also capture my heart. I want God to have my heart. So I want to give Him what He gives me: the kindness of my undivided attention. Writing is one way I can do that. I pray it'll help you stay 'riveted' too. Sermon: 'Want to get well?' (Same topic as blog post) >> |
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Words of hope for paralyzed minds
What Jesus said to paralyzed men gives me hope for my paralyzed mind. “I see you.” Nothing helps the marginalized like being noticed and loved. “Want to get well?” I can’t get well until I realize I'm not + feel my need. “Get up + walk!” Me: Heal me 1st. Jesus: I’ll do my part as you do yours. My part? Choose to swing even if I miss. Face the giant I keep avoiding. “Stop sinning!” Love will warn you that some sins will keep you passive. Unbelief: If I insist that even God can’t change me, I won’t get up + walk. Laziness: I won’t act on dreams unless I feel like it and I never feel like it. Avoidance: I hide out in my comfort zone and I resign myself to my mat. “You are forgiven!" I need grace more than I need to walk. Once I find my worth in Christ, fear can’t paralyze me. I can 'swing away'. Read More. Vertical Divider
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Prayer is a conversation. A heart to heart conversation between friends. He speaks His heart. I speak mine. However, I don't know my own heart. But God does. And in His Word, I find words that help me express mine.
NEW PRAYERS POST: "Do you even see me Lord?!"
But I have waited on you and I still have no strength! I walk and do faint. I run and get weary. And soar? I can’t even get up! This has been my rant. Blaming you for my weariness. I’m sorry. I thought I was waiting on you, but I wasn’t. I waited ‘for’ you. To give me strength. Yet never spending time with you so you could. It’s only as I wrap my weak yarn around your steel cable that I find the strength to run and not be weary. Read More. |
