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Sunday, November 11, 2012

God Touched This Sinner

 Since words cannot adequately convey the reality of what took place, I will try again here: It was an incredibly overcast fall day in 1993 at Ramapo College and, when the warm light of the sun suddenly broke through the clouds and shone on my face, I wept uncontrollably. I was in the middle of a set with the reggae band, No Discipline, playing drums as usual as I did for a living most of my life up to that point. What was this new tension and why was I weeping?

Something in my heart was breaking. Up to that moment I had felt so wicked and so much was obviously wrong in my life. Yet God reached down through it all and touched me deeply that day, perhaps just to let me know that there was a reality bigger and more awesomely powerful than I had hitherto ever imagined. Hallelujah! The Son shone through the clouds and caressed me with His omnipotent love that afternoon. Hallelujah! The Son caused His countenance to graciously shine upon me (Numbers 6:22-27). Hallelujah! God was so concerned about this dread-lock wearing, screwed up, self-absorbed drummer boy that He reached down from heaven in that moment, as though He had nothing more important to do, and caressed me on my wretched cheek with His awesome omnipotent love. Oh, my goodness! Hallelujah! I was overwhelmed…



© 2012 Brian L Hunter

"Love Is Like A River" Brian L Hunter Drumming & Rapping? w No Discipline

"Love Is Like A River" Brian L Hunter Drumming & Rapping? w No Discipline

© 1989 Brian L Hunter (ASCAP) and No Discipline  aka Al Bazaz (BMI)

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Monday, October 29, 2012

Weepy

“Jesus wept.” (John 11:35)

Speaking of men who cannot seem to hold their eye water, I have discovered an eighth dwarf. Snow White never met this one. His name is weepy. He seems to be addicted to worship and the presence of the Lord. If Jesus is indeed his example, I am tempted to envy such a soaking of the proverbial handkerchief myself. What burden moves him to tears? It certainly is worth a bi

t more contemplation on my part. I may eventually be led to conclude that big boys do indeed cry. I have often wondered what else the world may have lied to me about? Maybe I shouldn’t believe everything I see on television or read in the newspaper after all. Thank God He has given me so much relevant reading and thinking to do. I thank Him even more for sending His Holy Spirit that I may be moved to tears by the truth of which and of whom He does testify. Selah.


© 2012 Brian L Hunter