ReVeRb
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- POINTY POINTY =]
- Ich über mich
- ReVeRb is the youth church of Northdown CFC. It is an oppurtunity for people to come and chill out but also to meet with God. there are some gr8 leaders who can help ya get through those times when you cant see the light at the end of the tunnel and u cant see God in your life. But remember that God loves you in whatever state you're in and he never leaves us. Nothing can separate you and God, so tell him everything and he will bless you beyond your wildest dreams. be filled with the holy spirit so you may go and be prophets, disciples, leaders, volunteers, teachers, or whatever God call you to be. It is in God that you will find your true purpose in life and with trhe help of his spirit you will act upon it!!
We must go!!!
live to feed the hungry
Stand beside the broken
We must go
Stepping forward keep us from just singing
Move us into action
We must go!!!
To act justly everyday
Loving mercy in everyway
Walking humbly before You God
god bless you all
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THE VISION!!!
The vision is JESUS - obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won. They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters. Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground. The whisper of history in the making. Foundations shaking. Revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers. Conspiracy is breathing.
This is the sound of the underground. And the army is discipl(in)ed. Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain". Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs.
Who can stop them ? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?
And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365. Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive on the inside. On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair. With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses J-E-S-U-S. (He breathes out, they breathe in.) Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don't you hear them coming? Herald the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D.
And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!' from countless ang0 Kommentare 1056 Tage
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i know its getting quite ridiculous...!!
aaand the Ballintoy photos still are not up...!
and now that we've had another event you have to put th formal photos up aswell...! your list is just getting bigger and bigger making your work harder...!
....xO
still not up yet! its ballintoy all over again
Put Residential photos up..!!
no messing around like the Ballintoy Photos..!
i want them up by next week..!
OR ELSE....!!!
ojoj!! but seriously put them up...!
......xO
Ballinoy foties...?
this is getting quite ridiculous..!
HURRY THE FLIP UP....!
....xO
yea wen these ballintoy pics gona go up?!! Its getting quite ridiculous now!!!
xoxoxo
durka durka reverb durkaness
much love lil dudes
even 8.8563721119173% of you are taller than me
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!!!
rite guys headin to ibiza in like 10 hours!!
SCary!
prey for me!
cya all when i get home!
peace!
way hay!!!!!!!!! garlic bread?? GARLIC BREAD??
dis is big brother!!!
2 becme a memba fill in d applaction!!
we will decide if u becme a memba!!
tel ya friends!!
add as a friend
thanx!!
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Hey guys hope ur all doin well n i look forward to seein u all again soon!! Hope u dont mind me changin the flash box but i saw this n thought it wass cool!!! God bleess!!