Hey guys, this episode is REALLY REALLY LATE (As I'm sure that you've noticed.) I ran into some technical setbacks but now everything is fine and we're up and running again. Be expecting a new episode tomorrow-ish entitled "It is finished", gotta love Easter.
Hey guys! In this episode of En Agape I really felt God laying something on my heart so I recorded it for your listening pleasure. I really hope that God does something in your heart because He did a ton of stuff in my life. The new email for the show is firstname.lastname@example.org so if you have anything to tell me, you can! Have a great week!
In this Episode I sit down with SHAWN COONS. Now, I normally don't like to type in caps but did I mention that I got to talk to SHAWN COONS? I've been a big fan of him for a while and then to have him on my show made me VERY happy. We talk about what the church needs to do, it was a very fun episode to record and I hope that y'all enjoy it.
As I'm sure you guys know, Westboro Baptist "Church" is the most controversial group in America. They make their living telling folks why they're going to hell and why God hates everyone. I wanted to know more about them, what made them tick, how do they justify their hate, that kind of thing. So I sat down with Shirley Phelps-Roper and asked her questions, and she ranted at me. It was entertaining and I recorded it for your enjoyment.
New episode where I talk about my testimony a little and what God has been doing in my life, it was pretty ballin, if I do say so myself. Here's the link that I promised in the show
Hey guys, if you download the episode from iTunes right now you'll notice that it's just a song. I don't know how or why that happened but I'm trying to fix it. Just download the mp3 from here for now
This episode featured Rick Moyer, a great guy from the Take Him With You Podcast, as well as some of his music. Here are some links to Rick’s stuff.
Hey guys! I wanted to let y'all know what's going down here. I have managed to get three interviews with three people that I greatly respect. We will be talking about their general field of expertise or a topic that they are most passionate about, here's the schedule.
2/17- Rick Moyer from http://www.takehimwithyou.com/ We will be talking about how Christianity is a Relationship, not a Religion 2/22- Joshua Read from http://www.ragamuffinlife.org/ We will be talking about Galatians 5:13 and how we should Love with actions 3/2- Shawn Coons formerly from the How I WoW podcast, now a Geeky Pastor at South Lake Presbyterian and a blogger at http://www.shawncoons.com/. I don't know what our topic will be yet but I'm looking forward to it
I hope that you guys are as excited about this as I am.
The Cry of the Blood By Amy Carmichael
The tom-toms thumped straight on all night and the darkness shuddered round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked; and I saw, as it seemed, this: That I stood on a grassy sward, and at my feet a precipice broke sheer down into infinite space. I looked, but saw no bottom; only cloud shapes, black and furiously coiled, and great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the depth.
Then I saw forms of people moving single file along the grass. They were making for the edge. There was a woman with a baby in her arms and another little child holding on to her dress. She was on the very verge. Then I saw that she was blind. She lifted her foot for the next step . . . it trod air. She was over, and the children over with her. Oh, the cry as they went over!
Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone blind; all made straight for the precipice edge. There were shrieks, as they suddenly knew themselves falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air. But some went over quietly, and fell without a sound.
Then I wondered, with a wonder that was simply agony, why no one stopped them at the edge. I could not. I was glued to the ground, and I could only call; though I strained and tried, only whisper would come.
Then I saw that along the edge there were sentries set at intervals. But the intervals were too great; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over these gaps the people fell in their blindness, quite unwarned; and the green grass seemed blood-red to me, and the gulf yawned like the mouth of hell.
Then I saw, like a little picture of peace, a group of people under some trees with their backs turned toward the gulf. They were making daisy chains. Sometimes when a piercing shriek cut the quiet air and reached them, it disturbed them and they thought it a rather vulgar noise. And if one of their number started up and wanted to go and do something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. “Why should you get so excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven’t finished your daisy chain yet. It would be really selfish,” they said, “to leave us to finish the work alone.”
There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more sentries out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no sentries set for miles and miles of the edge.
Once a girl stood alone in her place, waving the people back; but her mother and other relations called and reminded her that her furlough was due; she must not break the rules. And being tired and needing a change, she had to go and rest for awhile; but no one was sent to guard her gap, and over and over the people fell, like a waterfall of souls.
Once a child caught at a tuft of grass that grew at the very brink of the gulf; it clung convulsively, and it called – but nobody seemed to hear. Then the roots of the grass gave way, and with a cry the child went over, its two little hands still holding tight to the torn-off bunch of grass. And the girl who longed to be back in her gap thought she heard the little one cry, and she sprang up and wanted to go; at which they reproved her, reminding her that no one is necessary anywhere; the gap would be well taken care of, they knew. And then they sang a hymn.
Then through the hymn came another sound like the pain of a million broken hearts wrung out in one full drop, one sob. And a horror of great darkness was upon me, for I knew what it was – the Cry of the Blood.
Then thundered a voice, the voice of the Lord. “And He said, ‘What hast thou done, The voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.’”
The tom-toms still beat heavily, the darkness still shuddered and shivered about me; I heard the yells of the devil-dancers and weird, wild shriek of the devil-possessed just outside the gate.
What does it matter, after all? It has gone on for years; it will go on for years. Why make such a fuss about it?
God forgive us! God arouse us! Shame us out of our callousness! Shame us out of our sin.
Hey Guys! In the coming weeks you're going to see a lot more episodes coming, I finally received my replacement headset and I am upgrading my hosting service tomorrow (2/10) So look for an episode either tomorrow or Thursday.
I'd also like to thank my friends over at Video Game Outsiders for the plug on tonights episode, furthering the message of Christ on a secular podcast, gotta love it.
En Agape, Jordan
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