I just want to come alive.
Explode.
Ignite.
Set something in motion.
Trip a wire.
Light a fire. 

Burn all the crap.
Find the fuse.
And do the thing I think "living" was actually meant to be.

How are those for some verbs? 

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Rick Pino actually does come to a city and turn it upside down.
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A voice is not an echo. You want to know how to get a voice? Get an ear.

Even small voices can shake a nation.

You and I today are still being pierced by the voice of John the Baptist.

Grip hearts Lord! Make us burning shining lamps- with voices sent by God!

He is looking for someone to get an ear and just begin to release His voice.

According to your desire will be the level of your voice. You are a voice, but it's up to you how loud, pure, precise you want that voice to be.

Voices are hinges that connect the old and the new. With one word, the dead are being raised, the deaf are hearing. kids go from being suicidal to being movers and shakers.

This is not something He takes lightly, He is placing His words in your mouth. He doesn't just give it to any passer-by. He gives it to men and women who are hungry, who are thirsty. His eyes are roaming, looking for the ones who do not care about the cost, denying earthly pleasures, finding pleasures of the King.

Voices don't care to be faces.

-Rick Pino

I want to write. No more papers, no more analysis of this film or that book, or how this character typifies this cultural dynamic. I want to write something pure and revealed, something that more then excites: something that awakens and ignites (me and the reader!). I want it to be like fire pouring through me- into me; out of me.

I want that fire to go through my veins and my mind and burn through the chaff that's the residue of the past 3 years of assignments and mediocre writing. God, I want to be re-enlisted, re-assigned to the original assignment. I want the clarity and fluidity of my voice to come back, and to deepen.

I just read something James wrote on passion: raw passion versus refined passion. I'm not certain, but it seems to me passion becomes refined through being tested and tempered by trials. We have to take that raw passion and take risks, calculated risks. I want refined passion: passion that faces controversy and the frustrations of hopes delayed--- and keeps hoping. My passion may still be raw, but I won't let it burn out....and as the fire continues I know the coals will begin to burn fiercer and fiercer, until my passion is refined.

Lord, my hope is in you. I 'study to show myself approved,' but I know that unless you inspire my writing, my words will only be more verbal pollution in this world. Come and let your presence fill this place.