tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59953016869339444602011-08-02T22:57:02.702-07:00These bits of writing stand as a record for my search for God in my life and in the lives of others. My journey began long before I accepted Christ as the Son of God, because the story of how He found me began long before I would acknowledge Him.DMajorsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-47879314823721592442010-11-03T00:36:00.000-07:002010-11-03T00:36:59.783-07:00

Alright my friends the new site is up! Posts will no longer be here but on my new and improved website: www.danielmajors.com Follow the link: The New Thoughts on God: A Humble Search

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I waved to David as he walked to his car, then slid my hands into my pockets as I watched him pull out and drive away. I stared out into the street, cars drifting by in the slow night. I wandered to my car and wrapped my scarf around my neck as I adjusted myself in the seat and drove home. I miss community. I miss God being in my daily life. I think maybe that is what community is really for.

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I sat across from David. We meet every week to talk about life and God and music. It was dark outside and the once hot coffee I held in my hand had grown cold. I made small imaginary rings in the table by pressing the bottom of the paper cup into the table and tracing its edge in a circle. “So do you like where you’re at?” he asked me, adjusting his glasses. I looked up and shrugged. “I don’t

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-4076091214726231102010-10-07T15:21:00.000-07:002010-10-07T15:22:15.054-07:00

I wasn’t always a Christian, a believer in Jesus. There was a time in my life where I willingly and pridefully stepped away from the church. I had so much anger, and hate, and I felt the church had let me down, that the pastors at the pulpit had wronged me, and God, Himself, had hurt me. So much of that hate spawned into selfishness and self destruction in the secular world, which I bored

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-41237879964510465672010-09-29T15:47:00.000-07:002010-10-04T18:12:59.719-07:00

The Church is dying, and we are digging her grave. I sat Sunday in a sparsely filled room, where “Rooted”, the post-contemporary service at University United Methodist was in progress. I feel at this point, I should give a little background before I begin to lose some of you. I made the decision, after I was saved, that I would not claim a denomination, not even non-denominational, just that I am

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-14680410299737908332010-09-21T23:12:00.001-07:002010-09-22T16:32:50.097-07:00

At the end of the summer, I found myself volunteering at a surf camp with Sadie K. We camped out for a few nights and slept up on the cliffs with the kids and when morning would break we would pad down the narrow paths to the rocky shore below. After breakfast everyday, the youth would have a time where our friend Kelsi, a youth pastor, would give them a message for the day. They would gather

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-45643014439258032082010-09-13T23:58:00.001-07:002010-09-20T21:49:23.759-07:00

*This was written to my guy counselors this summer while I was serving as a head counselor at a camp in northern California.Hello, Hello!Well, guys, we've made it through two weeks! I'm really proud of you all; this last week was not easy for a few of us, but I am proud to say that you guys made it. I feel honored and blessed to work with all of you. I really couldn't ask for a better group of

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-15898039433013760802010-05-31T09:02:00.000-07:002010-05-31T20:48:27.623-07:00

Sadie K once told me she tempted God. She applied to an Ivy League school to get her Master's of Divinity, believing there was no way she would get in, but she did. As far as I know, Sadie had been on the course to become a doctor; it's what she went to school for and where she thought her calling was, but somewhere in that last year of her undergrad she 'Tempted God.' She now does things which

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-23584791328856580152010-05-18T11:58:00.000-07:002010-09-23T16:37:33.107-07:00

I am broken, we all are. John Eldredge once wrote that we all have wounds on our hearts left by people in our lives, and that is where the world always aims its arrows. I feel sometimes as though I walk down the street with a bulls eye over this gaping hole, always trying to guard it, protecting my barely beating heart. Brokenness is good, however, Joyce Meyer once said that "Brokenness leads to

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My friend Dave once told me he had to get a point in his life, where, when he asked himself if he did nothing more in life than be a janitor could he be happy? He told me he finally was able to say yes, and that he would be the best janitor he could be for God and that he could be happy doing it. I have trouble at times finding myself at that point. I'm still a relatively new Christian and my

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A strange thing struck me the other day while talking with a friend. She had said that she thought that perhaps I had become more closed minded since my conversion, or that my beliefs were closed minded within themselves. This struck me as odd. I suppose it was because I felt that I had been closed minded to the possibility of Christ being God, and then my mind had been opened to this reality

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-47971751001607988012010-04-12T06:40:00.000-07:002010-04-12T07:33:52.155-07:00

I often have been concerned that my personal search for God would somehow end when I stepped foot inside the church, that somehow I would only gain a blanket understanding of Him. When I first began my journey searching for God for a relationship with Christ I did so under the impression that I was doing so as an individual. I believed God knew my heart and so approached me as a singular person

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-39806555230368926692010-03-20T23:02:00.001-07:002010-03-20T23:07:43.906-07:00

In my study of religion, I have been struck with the idea that, in the tradition of the western monotheist religions which have influenced our understanding of western society, there appears to be a promise that we are part of some great plot. We are allowed to take part in the vast adventure of the cosmos, which has a definite beginning and end. It seems that we inherently want to be a part of

DMajorsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995301686933944460.post-43745384948887245782010-03-19T23:14:00.000-07:002010-03-20T23:08:21.528-07:00

As I stepped off the bus, I placed my headphones in my ears and scrolled through the play lists on my iPod. The rain had let up in Long Beach, and only the wet streets and clouds hovering securely overhead remained. My finger stopped on the iPod wheel as I noticed a band I had not listened to in quite some time. Remembering how much I loved them, I clicked to listen, but as those first few notes

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