One piece of wood

What creation, I ask you, is more powerful than the human heart? Created in God’s image…..the human heart makes profoundly significant choices which can alter life on earth for all of mankind. A single choice made in the heart of just one man can lead to the death of millions of innocent people…..or cause the suffering and genocide of an entire generation of children. The heart of man can choose, and I cannot help but wonder just how-----powerful----- my choices really are. How powerful is the choice I make? If the heart of just one man can hate and kill so many…..I wonder how powerful the same could be if love were so fervently acted upon. No wonder Jesus turned the world upside down through such a small number of men. Whole-hearted men. Does God present choices to my own heart which are any less significant than what He gave to those twelve men? Are my choices…..less powerful than theirs?

God, give me grace to believe I’m a man after Your own heart, and move my heart to act like one.

My Legacy

I think, as of right now, that I'm known by most people as a man who would stop at nothing to win---to achieve----to accomplish whatever I set my mind to.....and this troubles me. When my life is done here, I believe I'd be sad if this was my first and most memorable legacy. I am struck to the heart by this----by this burning desire given to me by God----that by the time my heart stops beating, I would rather be known by most as a man who stopped at nothing to LOVE his fellow man. O that my wife...my children...my friends and acquaintances would say Charles Georgi LOVED others more than himself!....that he spent all he had to make others rich!....that he wanted to LOSE so that others would win. Let it be so, Lord. Apart from the grace you give....such an ambition could never be realized, but with You all things are possible.

New song, "Let Me In"

Let Me In

I see your face pushed on the floor. You snot-faced child of mine---
you should know I’m more in love with you than all the books and stories
you’ve heard all of your life.
I’m the One who kissed your face before you were even born.

O count the stars if you can! I made them all, and I made you too….
if you only knew what you mean to me.
Well, I want you to see

you’re wearing thin.
Please let your heart open,
and let me in.

I’ll take your sin.
Just let your heart open,
and let me in.

You’ve wondered if I’ve had enough: “What if God gives up on me,
and He runs out of love? What if I’m too far gone, and God is done?
I’ve squandered my life for mammon.
I wonder if He’d call me son. I’m so unworthy now….”

O but now, son, if you could see me….you’d see my legs run…
you’d see my heart jump….you’d feel my kiss on your face.
He’s home again! Home again!
I could never imagine Heaven without you here..
my greatest fear is you lost and gone.
I call you son.

Come home again.
Please let your heart open,
and let me in.

I’ll take your sin.
Just let your heart open,
and let me in.

Though you were dark, you would be like the morning star on fire.
Sweet child of mine, I love your heart. You’re always my desire.
I smile when I think of you…never depends on what you do.
Just let me in.
O, please let me in.

I see the tears stream down your face. You snot-faced child of mine---
you should know I’m crazy
about you.