Offerings 6: “Father to the Fatherless”is Coming – 2/17/17!

Daniel sings his original song, Souls and Faces, at Offerings 5 (lyrics below)
Hey TD!
V4V is well underway, and the theme ringing in my mind has been a quote from David Platt: “We care for orphans not because we are rescuers, but because we are the rescued.” Our souls were orphaned – helpless, malnourished, infected, abused, and without family. We were unable to offer anything to God but our burdens. But, God sacrificed His own Son to declare us as valuable and loved, and Himself as our Heavenly Father! This is why our lives hold value, and why these orphans with disabilities are valuable beyond measure: because God’s love for them is beyond measure. And we show this with the same love that our own adoptive Father showed us: sacrificial love to those who can offer nothing.
In this spirit, let’s come with hearts that offer nothing but love and gratitude, as we prepare and gather as a family to honor our Heavenly Father at our sixth Offerings Night: Father to the Fatherless, on February 17th.
Whether through music, literature, dance, or art; math, science, current events or history – come and simply share something that has struck you in a new, meaningful way about what it means to be adopted by God… and perhaps, how your own adoption has transformed you in the process.  – Rebecca
Souls and Faces by Daniel Hsieh
The ocean sings some honest songs at night. I cry with it about the fright of loneliness, ‘cause all around, throughout the day, we’re all hiding in our faces; but your pretty eyes – they give it all away.

The masks that we construct are so amusing. It’s like we all believe the guy who says this world’s a stage. But, I know we don’t want “amused” written on our graves. There’s a soul somewhere inside your painted cage. Come out of there. Give your soul some air and sky. I see an image of our Maker in your eyes. Don’t shy away; don’t take the anesthetic. Together we can long and cry for the Sun to rise.

Don’t hide behind the masks of a religion. Don’t hide behind the names that are just printed on our clothes. No image in some pixel-screen can ever do you justice. You’re not just physical; you’re an everlasting soul. Come out of there. Give your soul some air and sky. I see an image of our Maker in your eyes. Don’t shy away; don’t take the anesthetic. Together we can long and cry for the Sun to rise.

I know it’s hard to be away from Home. But – look at us – at least we’re not alone. Our deaths are catching up to us each day. So there’s no time for pretense or the games we play. Come out of there. Give your soul some air and sky. I see an image of our Maker in your eyes. Don’t shy away; don’t take the anesthetic. Together we can long and cry for the Sun to rise

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