I’m forgiven because You were forsaken I’m accepted, You were condemned I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me Because You died and rose again Amazing love, how can it be That You, my King, should die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true It’s my joy to honor You In all I do, to honor You You are my King You are my King Jesus, You are my King You are my King -------------------------------------- It's almost surreal looking back on all my xanga posts from high school (2-3 years ago). I've changed so much since then; it's like reading someone else's diary. I recognize the events, but at the same time, I feel so detached from it all. I almost forget that it is me (yet at the same time not really. It's confusing!). I guess this is both good and bad...Some of the stuff I said and did back then seems so silly or juvenile. I seem so simple. Just some teenage kid talking about his daily dalliances (or lack thereof) -- well...i guess that's still me. At the same time though, this kid has a wisdom from God, or at least a sincere desire for that wisdom, that I feel like I sort of lost in my two years at boarding school. Even with his mostly non-christrian friends, Kid is unafraid, unashamed to speak of this desire, this search, this love, this God. I'm only several years separated from this kid, but I feel like I'm several decades away looking back (not that I really know what several decades feels like). Despite this huge abyss separating current me from past me, I feel like slightly more mature, slightly less naive jonathan can learn a little something from young Jonathan. Let's be Wide Open. Let us not care what the world thinks of us for in the end it was God who created us and it is God alone that can judge us. Let us share his love with those around us... Let's Soar 24/7