The Light--Worship Music from Madagascar

College Church mid-term missionaries Caleb and Whitney Wiley live in Madagascar, where they help believers record and produce worship music. Enjoy this worship song, Lay Mazava, with English subtitles.

credits Song by Tiazara Ladiciano Recorded and Produced by Caleb and Whitney Wiley.

Here are the lyrics>

The Light

Jesus (John 8:12)

Jesus Christ told everyone

I am the light of the world

Whoever follows me,

Won’t go into darkness

(But) will have the light of life


Jesus Christ is the light

He is the light

Whoever follows him,

Won’t go into darkness

(But) will have the light of life

 Disciples (Matthew 5:14-16)

You all are the light of this world

You need to be light to people’s eyes

So they see the good things you do

And give glory to your Father in heaven .

Fireplace of God's Love by Jennifer Frakes

My dad was trained as a mechanical engineer and made his living as a home builder and remodeler. His education and experience translated into his ability to build a masterpiece of tightly crumpled paper, soaked in lighter fluid under small thirsty kindling sticks, beneath alternating large dry logs strategically stacked. Seemingly dead matter would arise with awesome power, and in the precise place designed for fire.  I remember being captivated by the anticipation of immanent danger, but a tamed danger—danger and safety juxtaposed. It was the place made for fire—the fireplace.  

One spark, and into reality burst the hope of warmth and comfort, and my skin and soul simultaneously felt from “good fire” the happiness one feels with a surprise visit from a faithful friend! The soon dancing, roaring blaze of white hot orange, yellow hues atop red embers, and the crackling, hissing, popping sounds sealed into my heart’s memory a feeling of family togetherness, of stillness, and there, I knew and felt my father’s care. He had created something  of ambiance for our family to enjoy. It was my father’s heart and skill and attention and gift. It was one of my fondest childhood memories of him and of his positive influence. It was intentional, purposeful, dangerous, and yet safe and comforting. The fiery gift glowed with warmth and light and spread love to others.

There is within me, a fireplace. It cannot ignite itself.

Now, heavenly Father, I pray, so ignite my heart, our hearts, with the love of God for the needs of the hurting world satisfied only in you and empowered by the Holy Spirit through Christ our Lord!

What the Prodigal Did by Sarah Burkhardt

I am discovering exactly what the prodigal did—

Who taking his father’s inheritance in pursuit of the life and the will he wanted,

Found that there is no deeper love

Than the very one he squandered.

When we learn to live beloved,

To trust the love that casts out all fear,

We learn not only how great our God is;

But that we, ourselves, in all our unique intricacies, are a gift.

A gift of creation, being made new.

We find a new identity,

And a new hope.

It is tempting to be like the older brother,

The faithful one standing above it all,

not embraced by his father’s love.

Pride itself is a fall, and self-obsession can easily plague.

Learn to let go of what you can’t hold onto. And re-learn.

We can be so close and not see,

not allow ourselves the true embrace we really need.

Be embraced by the Father. It is through Christ we can abide in his love.

It is likely exactly the key, to quench that thirst that you’ve felt for so long.

There is a fount of water that does not run out in the Spirit.

And you learn that you, yes you,

Yourself, are a gift—in your job, in your family, in your community--called to a greater mission, and a great adventure, more life-giving than you could ever find on your own.

It might mean you will go across the world, but more likely it will start in your own yard, with the Father’s embrace, saying son, daughter—you are a gift. Receive me, and my gift for you.

This gift is a true inheritance, one that will not fade away, and one that you can trust with your very life, for your entire life.

A new inheritance, one that will not be destroyed.