The Plight of the Worker

Stuck. He is stuck. Barricaded in the lower level with his thoughts. He is trapped without a medium out. No way to talk, no way to express. The tasks consume him, drowned him, take him to another place. This place demands him, drags him, gone without a trace. In this hole it's perfection, none less, rigorous, arduous. In it, he feels progress, headway, success. The dichotomy pulls him in both directions, strong emotions keep concentrations. That focal point right here, right now, delivers him, he disavows. It's strength from Him that he derives the will, to keep on going, right up that hill. The top rises sun, through cloud and darkness, beauty overwhelms, words don't express. The plight of the worker, this tale will go on...the distress from the journey, the melody of the song.

Death to the Pear

Today was a good day. Today was filled with passion, filled with a Love reaction, coupled with a strange attraction to this satisfaction with Idols. They're in our lives and we don't know they're there, unaware of the disgusting affair, between God and a Pear? Sounds stupid, but I swear, we'd place the Pear above God, just like we do with an iPod, or maybe you're loving that new hotrod. Whatever the case, it's a disgrace, flat out. It's time to chase, the only one who can give us space between those things in our lives that try to replace the face of God, the one who can erase EVERYTHING you've done, it's time to embrace the Holy one. He gives grace to you, His son. daughter, sister, mother, father, brother, there is no other. So lay down what you put before God and kill once and for all, this ridiculous facade.

http://thegospelcoalition.org/resources/video/The-Grand-Demythologizer-The-Gospel-and-Idolatry

Clean Car, White as Snow [2.14.2010]

Today, I was looking at my car as I got into it and I said, "Oh my Gosh. It's time for you to get cleaned...seriously." So I took my car to the Car Wash, paid the lady, drove up to the line, entered my code, and put my car in Neutral. Then I flipped on my tunes to Church Music by: David Crowder--song, "How He Loves Us." As my car began to stroll into the Car wash, I began to hear the lyrics of the song, and think about the filth on my car being washed away.

I began to think to myself...this is what forgiveness is. It is as easy and as fast as getting a wash for your car. Now when I say that my car was filthy, I mean, I couldn't see out the windows. Yeah. So as the windows began to clear away, and I pulled out of the car wash.........and I was able to see out of the windows, and it was SO CLEAR, and the lyrics, "Oh, how he loves us, how he loves us...oh.---I began to weep. I pulled the car over and just let the song and holy spirit take over me. I began to cry out to God, "THANK YOU GOD! YOU LOVE ME!! YOU DIED FOR ME!" And friends...it was easily the most enjoyable experience I have had in months.

Thank God for His love for you today. In a day where love means chocolate and hallmark cards...make it about Jesus.

X's & O's [2.14.2010]

This post is about Love. The problem becomes bigger when what you know to be Love has been shaped or even warped by something that you went through. So I could go into the lovely sides of love and drip it with X's, and O's, Hearts and Chocolate, Diamonds and Gifts, Teddy Bears and Hallmark Cards...but does any of that last?

In the end, don't we want a love that will last? With Divorce being so HUGE today...aren't we sick of the temporary? Have we had enough?

Most of you already know that there is a love offered to you, for free, but if you didn't...it's true, and it's long lasting. This love will never toss you aside, like you will when that card is thrown away. This love will not hinge on buying things, like that diamond necklace would. This love will cannot be quenched, this love brings a high that cannot be brought down, this love is more comforting, more exciting, more blissful, more enticing, more dependent, more inviting, more trustful, it's worth fighting!

This love is not something you have to earn. You don't have to get all dressed up and look nice, you come as you are. You don't have to act different, you come as you are. No need to feel guilty, ashamed or regretful, This love heals all wounds, it allows you to start over.

This love is found in only one place. Jesus. Our love is fragile, temporary, and imperfect. His love...lasts forever. And he want to share that love with you. WITH ALL HIS HEART, he wants to share that with you. It is my mission that you know that about Him. Read Luke, in the Bible, to know JUST what he did for us....because he loves us. If you want to know anymore about THIS love, contact me @ ericlukepeterson@gmail.com.

Many celebrate this upcoming Holiday as a Hallmark Special. I say we turn it around. I say we take this day, Feb. 14th, and think on how MUCH he loves us. Ideally, we should be doing this everyday, and we think about it most on Easter and Christmas. But I feel like adding another day for all of us to think about it. Much Love this Feb 14th, and let's thank God, for the Love he gives. Amen?

Eric Peterson

The Lies

In my anger, I make a post. Anger is a human emotion, jesus got angry, he just never sinned in it...neither am I.

Look. For you believers or non-believers out there, KNOW this. There is a Satan. He is trying to bring you farther away from God. One of his most affective weapons are lies. He will lie you up and down until you start believing that it's true.

Today I was going through the Truth Project with my small group and we were on tour 3. Today we talked about what evil is, and who is man. At the end of the session, we were talking about praise reports and prayer requests. After it was all over, I was there with my dad. I said to him,

"Makes you angry."

"What?," he said.

"The lies. It makes you furious at what it can do. Makes you hate him. We all know that there is a Satan and that he lies to us. But after going through that session and seeing lies pour out in tears from someones eyes...It makes me want to wage war."

Tonight, I saw one of my members cry. They cried over a lie. A lie that Satan was feeding them. They felt trapped, no hope, damaged self worth...and it all began to become more real. So real. Guys--it really pissed me off. For those who know me, I don't like getting angry about something. THIS...everyone listen...THIS is worth getting angry about. This is worth fighting over. The suffering that people are going through, feeling anxious, feeling stressed, feeling hopeless, FIGHT THAT! Pray for them, RIGHT then.

Everyone, This. Is. Real. his lies. are. real. They are breaking up families. They are splitting apart relationships. They are driving people away from GOD. It is breaking my heart. It is breaking. my. heart.

Please, start seeing the lies that he is feeding us. I urge you to start taking this seriously. Start getting angry at it.

Love you all. Peace

Eric

This Pen

The dark, cool liquid pours out from the pen, again and again…it reminds me of when- I was younger and obsessed, so easily professed, like a badge or a crest, I wore it on my vest, piercing my chest, no way to stop it…unless…another came along. This was a song, a beautiful harmony of fairness and loveliness, a melody of artfulness, whisper of breathlessness. This pen, it flows…and it’s clear that it knows, the detail of the art, the beat from the start, the pain that is so often completely apart, of the glorious outpour, the tales of the heart.

Every New Day Seems So New

New day today, I could drag myself out...instead I stay. Wallowing in the newness, the rays of change. They melt the snow, the still seems so strange. I breathe in new air, new life, new hair. Ha, shave off that new part, open the word, get ready my heart. The new day consists of many small things. Beginning tasks, awaking from dreams. Groggy and clumsy I force open my eyes, still not ready to look at the light of the skies. But once its done and all is in sync, I sit in my chair and start releasing the ink--from the pen it flows and captures the thoughts. The feelings, emotions, the rivers, the oceans. They all start to flow. They grow and they grow. Until the light from the shades reminds me to blow---in and out, breathing you see. When you begin writing, even that isn't easy. You pour out your soul and satisfy only yourself. No audience to clap, no books on the shelf. This is the new day, ripe to renew. Just waiting to wake, just waiting for you.

Depth is True Beauty

I had a conversation with my dad tonight that brought me to tears. The depth of a person is the most beautiful thing of all.

Tonight I began to talk with my Dad about an area of his life that I chose not to touch for 16years.

My father married a week after he turned 21. As a young newlywed, he knew that he wasn’t very mature. His wife was older and had a good paying job. With my Dad pursuing his career, they lived very happily and didn’t think about kids. This is the part of the story that gets deep. My dad takes his wife to the hospital one day and is told that she has months to live. She died of cancer later on.

The shock wasnt that my dad had a first wife, or that she died very early in his marriage. I knew this. The shock was in the depth. I never touched this area of my Dad’s life out of respect. I felt that it was too hot to handle. Tonight that barrier was broken. I just dived into it. What I got in return was a picture of my Father that smashed all my emotions. I can only say how badly that would devastate me if it were to happen. My Dad gave me something, genetically, that I can never be rid of. We are both very emotionally tied to our sensitive sides. It is with each passing day that I find more of myself in him than I ever thought possible. I am getting closer to the age when marriage is a very real possibility. I’m not saying it’s soon or anything, just that I have thought about it….and to hear my Dad describe what he was feeling, what he did after she died, his journey to recovery 2 years later, and then finally meeting my Mom…I saw my Dad, as if seeing him for the first time. I couldn’t help but tear at this new experience that I was sharing with a man that I have spent my whole live with.

To you who have made it this far in reading…find your parents and spend some time with them. Get to know them as people, not authority figures in your life. Deepen the story that is this life we live, and the people we live in it with. The depth of a person is the most beautiful thing of all.

Thanks for reading. I hope you take to heart my story and the story that every parent holds…good or bad.

–Eric