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Seasons
If I could sum up the season that I am in and currently have been in for the past 4 months, it would be this: CHILD.
Let me explain. Child not in the way I'm sure most of you are thinking about; the "When I was a child, I talked like a child..." way. As much as that seems fitting, that can't do this justice. ME justice. I'm talking about more of a "Daddy, I need you," way. To get any sort of home base with this, I need to let you in on some events that have happened recently:
1) My father, the most kind-hearted, strongest, loving man I know, was recently diagnosed with bladder cancer. I know it's not lung cancer or leukemia, but cancer is cancer. And when you hear the word "cancer" anywhere near a sentence with your father's name near it, fear strikes instantly.
2) Community got stressful. With every group of friends that spend any decent amount of time together (especially of the Christian kind) there is bound to be some drama. Even though my friends and I seek the Father as a team, sometimes it doesn't go as smoothly as planned. No. we aren't perfect, so don't expect us to be.
3) The financial struggle got real. With some unexpected expenses coming up, my dad's cancer treatments and helping out a few friends along the way, sticking to a budget got harder and harder. No matter how much I had saved up.
4) God called me to start a business. Yep. 21 years old. I have no idea what I'm doing.
I know what you're thinking. "That's IT!? Come on man. That's a walk in the park compared to what I've got going on." And don't get me wrong. Sure, these might be a breeze compared to the hell of a life you've got swinging at you. In your eyes. In my eyes, these things wrecked me. Just as your thoughts are yours and my thoughts are mine, the same goes with struggles. Something you're struggling with might be a lazy Sunday afternoon to me, and vice versa. "You do you, boo boo." This is me. Being vulnerable.
So why did I say that thing about being a "child" up there? Because the more I tried to act like I had it all together and could do life on my own, I would fail. And fail. And fail again, only to find out that the only thing I could actually handle was sleeping and calling for help. I was continually trying to fix things on my own. Thinking "I know how to make a budget," or "I know what this group needs."
It wasn't until about a week ago that I was laying in my bed, hashing it out with God. saying things like "God, what the hell do you want me to do?" and "I thought you said ;alsdf;ahsdgl;asdfg and that I was as;ldgha;sdfhgal;skdf. You didn't say this would happen!" But I forgot something. I forgot that He is a perfect father.
People have told me before that they think when Christians raise their hands during worship its because they want people to think they're spiritual. And yeah, I agree that some people MAY have that intention. But MOST of us do it because it's all we know to do in that situation. Look at it like this: when a baby wants his parent to hold them, what do they do? When a child falls and scrapes their knee, what do they do? They raise their arms to their parent because they know they will protect them. Heal them. Calm them down. There's not many things more peaceful than a long embrace in your father's arms.
Whether or not I see any earthly good come from my afflictions, I know without a shadow of a doubt, that when I hear my heavenly father say to me "Well done my good and faithful servant," it will ALL be worth it.
When life hits you like it has hit me lately, I pray that you learn this lesson sooner than I did. And that is this:
More than likely, you can't change much,
He is a PERFECT father,
And the best thing you can do is to raise your arms in surrender and ask for your daddy to pick you up. Where there is peace.
So the next time you see me with my hands raised during worship, you know why.
Stay strong. Stay fly. I love you all.
- Devon Tyler Terry
I've Got a New Dance
I don't usually come on here to splurge out on you my inner-most struggles, or even update you on how my life is going. But I cannot help but describe to anyone who will listen what a good father the Lord has become for me in the past few weeks.
In this season of my life, the Lord has never never made it more apparent that His ways are higher than mine. I can't begin to tell you the many aspects of my day-to-day where that reminder rings true in its purest form. I'm being humbled, corrected, rebuked, encouraged, and edified all at the same time by the firm hands of God as only a gentle father would.
As I have been in a time of "heavenly recharge" the past few weeks, my mind has been racing. All. Over. The. Place.
"What should I do with this?" "Where do I go from here?" "Well that sucks, Lord. How am I supposed to deal with that!?"
But I've come to the realization that it's in those very moments of utter confusion is when we actually get real with God. We may say that we KNOW the Lord, but its more or less like flirting with a checklist and making sure we've got our ducks in a row before someone shoots them off the shelf. I grew tired of that. It's exhausting.
In my morning devotion last week I read Revelation 2:4. Which says,
"Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love." - Revelation 2:4 (NIV)
That was me. I was doing everything right. Preaching. Making disciples. Going to church. Praying with others. But in reality, I was only dancing the way I thought I had to. I had forgotten my first love, Jesus.
You can always tell dancers from non-dancers at a high school prom. The dancers are always on beat, always moving, and always look like they know what they're doing. The non-dancers are either:
A) not dancing
B) dancing badly while thinking they are Omarion
C) performing very subtle hip movements/hand jives
Either way, its unsettling and not fun to be a non-dancer. The dancers have all the fun, right!?
That's where I was. I was a non-dancer. Lost in a sea of grooving bodies, left in the middle with no rhythm, no steps. And when I did try to piece together anything remotely jive-turkey, I failed. So I was stuck moving my hips back and forth, offbeat and helpless. I was also confused. I could hear the music, but my body wouldn't work like it should. I could see others dancing like happy fools, but I was stuck in the dark joyless. Why couldn't I just get it right!? I mean I was on the dancefloor! I got invited! I was so excited! I was even the first one out there! Yet, I couldn't let the beat move me. I love to dance, I just couldn't dance the right way.
It's when we try to take the lead in the dance of faith we get off beat. I came to realize that even though I was on the dancefloor, I had nothing to keep me in step. If I was to actually have joy like I'm supposed to in Christ, I have to let Him cue the music, teach me the steps and keep a steady beat. Without him I'm as rhythmically challenged as a white boy at a quinceanera.
From that day, I've been in a rebuilding process. You can call it a "dance class." And all I can say is that the Lord is one lean, mean, boogie machine. Every step I take, He shows me the next one. He corrects my posture. He shows me where to put my hands. He even lets me know when I've done it right. He's showing me what it's like to dance like the first time again. True joy. Why? Because I'm learning to fall back in love with my DJ. My dance instructor. My Father. My Jesus.
You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever!
- Psalm 30:11-12 (NIV)
I've got a new dance
Father, move me
Press my shoes to follow you
In tune with a heavenly beat
In sync with the rhythm of your good news
I've got a new dance.
What We Really Want to Know
Here is what we want to know. We want to know how long God's love will endure... Not just on Easter Sunday when our shoes are shined and our hair is fixed. We want to know how does God feel about me when I'm a jerk? Not when I'm peppy and positive and ready to tackle world hunger. Not then. I know how He feels about me then. Even I like myself then.
I want to know how He feels about me when I snap at anything that moves, when my thoughts are gutter-level, when my tongue is sharp enough to slice a rock. How does He feel about me then?
That's what we want to know.
Untethered by time, He sees us all. From the dirt roads of Georgia, to the business district of London... Vegabonds and ragamuffins all, He saw us before we were born.
And He loves what He sees. Flooded by emotion. Overcome by pride, the Starmaker turns to us, one by one, and says, "You are my child. I love you dearly. I'm aware that someday you'll turn from me and walk away. But I want you to know, I've already provided you a way back."
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Surrender
White Flag.
The first mention of the usage of white flags to surrender is made during the Eastern Han dynasty (A.D 25–220). In the Roman Empire, the historian Cornelius Tacitus mentions a white flag of surrender in A.D. 109. Before that time, Roman armies would surrender by holding their shields above their heads. The white flag was widely used in the Middle Ages in Western Europe to indicate an intent to surrender. The color white was used generally to indicate a person was exempt from combat; heralds bore white wands, prisoners or hostages captured in battle would attach a piece of white paper to their hat or helmet, and garrisons that had surrendered and been promised safe passage to safety would carry white batons.
Its use may have expanded across continents, e.g. Portuguese chronicler Gaspar Correia (writing in the 1550s), claims that in 1502, the Indian prince, the Zamorin of Calicut, dispatched negotiators bearing a "white cloth tied to a stick", "as a sign of peace", to his enemy Vasco da Gama. In 1625, Hugo Grotius in De jure belli ac pacis (On the Law of War and Peace), one of the foundational texts in international law, recognized the white flag as a "sign, to which use has given a signification;" it was "a tacit sign of demanding a parley, and shall be as obligatory, as if expressed by words."
Okay. If you actually read that, thank you. It took a lot of time and patience to copy and paste that from Wikipedia. If you didn't, good job. You're a part of the 99% of humans that are lazy. It's okay. So am I (hence the copying and pasting) Anyways, in short, a white flag means to surrender. Or, in some instances, to waive your freedom.
Most of us have heard the term “Surrender to God” or something of the sort. And most of the time we just hear it or even say it without really letting it sink in. In this post, I'm going to challenge you to do just that. Let it sink in. What you do afterward is up to you and God. Lehgo..
As I was live streaming Passion 2012 a while ago, God was working in me. Francis Chan delivered a message that was not only challenging but very needed and very refreshing. But what really got me was being able to be apart of the 45,000+ college students shouting and singing praise to God. (If you are wondering.. Yes. I actually was yelling and singing in my room at 12:00 AM. I know. I'm crazy.) Chris Tomlin and the band starting playing a song called “White Flag.”
What I'm getting at is this. Christianity goes against the grain of today's society. And we have to embrace that. Anywhere else we're taught that you can be your own person and make your own decisions and, in turn, you will be happy. Or that freedom is the best option and we should fight for it in every instance.
Don't get me wrong. Freedom is an awesome thing that we should NEVER take for granted. People are living in bondage all over the world and us Americans get pissed when someone screws up our order at McDonalds. (but that's another post..)
Let's face it. There are things that we don't want to do. So mostly, we don't do them. It's okay. It's because we're human. The problem surfaces when God asks us to do things we don't want to do. If you're a Christian, this sucks. You have to decide whether to be obedient or to stand aside and rebel. In reality that's rebellion at its finest.
What we have to realize is that, as Christians, surrendering means freedom. Sounds crazy right?
“But thanks be to God, that you who were once slaves of sin have become obedient from the heart to the standard of teaching to which you were committed, and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness.” - Romans 6:17-18
With that being said, are we supposed to look stupid and do the hard things that God has called me to do? Of course. Christianity isn't a “get out of Hell free card” anymore. It's a lifestyle of slavery to your master, Jesus.
You might be thinking to yourself, “Okay, Terry. I've heard this a million times. Who cares?” Right. You might have heard it a million times, so make this a million and one.
It's time for a generation to be able to boldly and proudly raise their white flag and join Jesus with a faith that screams slavery to righteousness.
My hope and prayer is that this won't just hit at the surface and run off the sides like a mediocre shield. I'm challenging you to meditate on this, really let it penetrate and soak in. And most importantly, act on it.
Stay rooted,
Stay strong,
Stay cool,
Stay fly.
I love you all, and God loves you more
- Devon Tyler Terry
Thank you all for coming and being a part of this sacred moment. Thank you Alex Houseknecht for putting this together.
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Napoli's Pizza (Review)
At first glance this place doesn't look like anything special. From the looks of the building and shopping center it was in, I didn't have high hopes. Nestled between a Rite Aid and a Dorks Bookstore in Oakwood, GA, Napoli's Pizza seemed like it would be a snotty imitation Italian restaurant serving food out of a freezer with taste close to cardboard.
They tell you to not judge a book by its cover for a reason. Napoli's was a true testament to that.
Being happily greeted by a lady that has apparent roots in southern Italy due to her accent and looks, I was already pleasantly surprised. The inside was nothing like the other buildings in the shopping center: incessantly clean, great atmosphere and great layout. Everything from the rustic styled wall paintings to the Italian music playing in the background, I could tell this place would be worth a try.
I have 2 mindsets at this point:
1) Long wait for good food
2) No wait for crappy food
As a college student on a day that I have class, I don't have 2 hours to wait on a meal for lunch; I have roughly 45 minutes. I take this into account when I look for new places to eat. Yet again, this amazing place surprised me. I ordered, sat down, got my drink and my appetizer (3 slices of Italian bread with marinara sauce) within 5 minutes. So taking into account my 2 mindsets I had, I was scared I was getting myself into a trap by thinking this place was great with horrible food due to the speed of service.
As my food comes to my table, it smells and looks amazing. I ordered a calzone with pepperoni and sausage. As i inspect the meal from the outside everything seems to be in order: traditional fold, crispy edges and a mound in the middle containing the gold. Time to dig in.
My expectations were met and exceeded on my first bite. Crunchy, yet yielding to the perfect taste of garlic butter and traditional style bread. Perfection. I now have high hopes for the rest of my lunch. As my fork and mouth move the center of the calzone, every bite gets more intense with an unending stream of the most perfect cheese and meat. Add Napoli's homemade marinara sauce to the mix and BAM! You have a meal fit for the throne.
Me being a big guy needs a meal that will satisfy me not only in taste, but portionally also. One calzone and order of bread for appetizer was filling without sending me overboard walking out feeling like a pig.
The prices of Napoli's is very reasonable. Their lunch menu doesn't go above $9.00. I took a look at the dinner menu and still was not disappointed. Pizza, stromboli, pasta and dessert for low prices. This sealed the deal for me.
From the outside, Napoli's Pizza might look a little sketchy. But on the inside is a goldmine of traditional Italian cuisine that I can promise you will not only surprise you but leave you wanting more. Napoli's Pizza gets my seal of approval.
Napoli's Pizza (3640 Mundy Mill Rd, Oakwood, GA 30566)
Facility: 4/5
Atmosphere: 5/5
Family Friendly: 5/5
Food Quality: 5/5
Service: 5/5
Overall: 4.8/5
Because I turn the other cheek, its not a weakness It takes a bigger man to put together all the pieces.
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Truth Wars
I've seen so many different world views that its hard to imagine
One can find hope in a system that leaves him empty & damaged.
Somehow they manage to unify religion surrounding a planet
But they get salty when we speak the truth of our biblical standards.
They will believe anything that comes along if it's easy & Godless,
Hide the truth of unrighteousness when it's made plain & obvious.
Regardless of the fact they break the very laws of logic
And call us ignorant & intolerant when we're just being honest.
They say it's prideful to claim there's an absolute,
But the math in that statement equals an absolute truth.
You cling to circular reason & appeal to feelings for me,
You should be speaking with the same conviction.
Speak what you're thinking.
It takes humility to submit to a system outside of your framework,
But it's really contingent on how independent your brain works.
Continued to give in to cynical views,
But when confronted you plummet because you can't stomach the truth.
You put your faith in a fairytale thinking that you'll prevail.
Believing that all go to heaven but reject a literal hell.
Attack the bible and say it's filled with contradictions unitl
You deal with 2,000 prophecies accurately fulfilled.
We've been deceived since the garden of Eden,
Conceived so deeply in sin that our hearts are hard and misleading,
Believing we need to find higher purpose and meaning.
With a heart filled with pride & conceit we lean on our own reasoning,
And set up man in his foolishness as the apex.
We disrespect Him when we flex our intellect,
And yes, when His subject became the object,
We placed our man's image and completely missed the context.
But it's He alone that's honest & truthful, wisdom personified.
The only High & Mighty who dumbfounded the wise.
The etymology of philosophy & comprehension.
The wisdom of God displayed in the mystery of redemption.
God is Cheering for You
God is for you. Not "may be," not "has been," not "was," not "would be," but "God is! He is for you. Today. At this hour. At this minute. As you read this sentence. No need to wait in line or come back tomorrow. He is with you. He could not be closer than he is at this second. His loyalty won't increase if you are better nor lessen if you are worse. He is for you.
God is for you. Turn to the sidelines; that's God cheering your run. Look past the finish line; that's God applauding your steps. Listen for him in the bleachers, shouting your name. Too tired to continue? He'll carry you. Too discouraged to fight? He's picking you up. God is for you.
God is for you. Had he a calendar, your birthday would be circled. If he drove a car, your name would be on his bumper. If there's a tree in heaven, he's carved your name in the bark. We know he has a tattoo, and we know what it says. "I have written your name on my hand," he declares (Isa. 49:16)
We all admire a Welles Crowther who makes headlines for a single act of great courage. But let's also give a nod to the millions of men who are courageously living out God's plan and purpose each and every day in the details of their lives.
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Bury Them
When you are confused about the future, go to your Jehovah-raah, your caring shepherd.
When you are anxious about provision, talk to Jehovah-jireh, the lord who provides.
Are your challenges too great? Seek the help of Jehovah-shalom, the Lord is peace.
Is your body sick? Are your emotions weak? Jehovah-rophe, the Lord who heals you, will see you now.
Do you feel like a soldier stranded behind enemy lines? Take refuge in Jehovah-nissi, the Lord my banner.
Meditating on the names of God reminds us of the character of God. Take these names and bury them in your heart.
God is
the shepherd who guides,
the Lord who provides,
the voice who brings peace in the storm,
the physician who heals the sick, and
the banner that guides the soldier.
And most of all, he... is
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Nothing to Worry About.
The last thing we need to worry about is not having enough. Our cup overflows with blessings.
Let me as a question - a crucial question. If focusing on our diminishing items leads to envy, what would happen if we focused on the unending items? If awareness of what we don't have creates jealousy, is it possible that an awareness of our abundance will lead to contentment?
"The more we see our sinfulness, the more we see God's abounding grace forgiving us." (Rom. 5:20 TLB). To abound is to have a surplus, an abundance, an extravagant portion. Should the fish in the Pacific worry that it will run out of ocean? No. Why? The ocean abounds with water. How about the bird? Should it be anxious about finding room in the sky to fly? No. The sky has more than enough space.
Should the Christian worry that the cup of mercy will run empty? He may. For he might not be aware of God's abounding grace. Are you? Are you aware that the cup of God gives you overflows with mercy? Or are you afraid your cup will run dry? Your warranty will expire? Are you afraid your mistakes are too great for God's grace?
We can' help but wonder if the apostle Paul had the same fear. Before he was Paul the apostle, he was Saul the murderer. Before he encouraged Christians, he murdered Christians. What would it be like to live with such a past? Did he ever meet children whom he had made orphans? Did their faces haunt his sleep? Did Paul ever ask, "Can God forgive a man like me?"
The answer to his and our questions is found in a letter he wrote to Timothy: "The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus." (1 Tim. 1:14 NIV).
God is not a miser with his grace. Your cup may be low on cash or clout, but it is overflowing with mercy. You may not have the prime parking place, but you have sufficient pardon. "He will abundantly pardon" (Isa 55:7 NKJV). Your cup overflows with grace.
And because it does, your cup overflows with hope. "God will help you overflow with hope in Him through the Holy Spirit's power within you." (Rom 15:13 TLB)
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