The room we leave in our hearts for the Omniscient One.A dedicated space for the pain we will never understand,Where perplexity goes to lie-The resting place of despair.The mystery box isAn acknowlement of our limits of knowing-Surrender of our rights for clarity;Heavy leaning on Sovereignty.Trusting that the Good Shepherd holds all our daysWith all they […]
Read more "Mystery Box"What happens when consumerism comes to church?When our pews start feeling an awful lot likeSeats in front of a slot machine?When our ministers morph into celebritiesEntertaining us from a heavy stage-A stage laden with the gold of the earnest giverAnd the trust of thousands-Trust that will inevitably be broken?The church is not a casino.It is […]
Read more "Church as a casino"Listen well to the quiet whispersOf the backwaters of the soul,The evasive undertones of a melody yet to be sungThe teasing phrases of unwritten scriptsThe seed of a great enterprise yet to be launchedThe inkling that she might be one-Lie mysteriouslyIn the depths of our consciousnessWaiting to be taken a hold ofAnd held fast for […]
Read more "Tiny impressions"There is a placeWhere fears are stilledHearts are liftedBurdens are lessenedAnd hope awakened:The temple.We do not go to the templeTo make a name for ourselvesTo have our preferences metOr to have people applaud usFor we are not the ones being worshipped.We go to the templeTo see for ourselves that the story of lifeIs larger than […]
Read more "Temple"When do strangers become friends?When does a name go from beingJust another one on a clipboardTo one committed to memory for life?When does a visitorChoose to become a regular?When does a nationGo from a place you visitTo a base you leave from?When does a hand you once stiffly shookBecome the hand youNever want to let […]
Read more "The moment of belonging"The time we spendSeeking the Face of GodIs not time taken awayFrom ‘practical’ things.It is not a waste of down timeTo spend our SundaysIn the house of God,Nor is it a misuse of resourcesTo give money to the church.The visions and propheciesWe read in scriptureAre not delusionsNor are they opiates of the people.Like Moses, when […]
Read more "Burning Bush"And are able to turn the tide Far more effectively than yours: The guilt tripping, The manipulation The wishful thinking. He knows what it takes To make an old man new To bring a dead woman to life, For His weapons are mighty Destroying not just the obstacles we see But the very constructs behind […]
Read more "His weapons are mighty"We are not expansive enoughTo know how significantOur lives are going to be in the end.Maybe we will be celebratedAnd our efforts will have countedFor generations to come,Maybe our work will be creditedTo another,Maybe we will be cancelled posthumouslyMaybe no will remember us.Either way, we won’t be thereTo make a better case forThe life we […]
Read more "A coin in His pocket"We become fuller versionsOf ourselvesThrough the people we choose toEat with,We share fresh familiar mealsThat all at once bring back old memoriesAnd usher in a warm senseOf future possibility.Fathers and mothersBreak bread at the table,Feeding the childrenWith food and wisdomIn equal measure.Mama brings out the cake-The icing is as thickAs the love she smothers us […]
Read more "Dinner Table"To be able to “see through everything” Is not a gift of insight, But rather it is the worst kind of blindness. The person who can go a lifetime Without ever living deeply for anything, The professional skeptic who Never quite devotes them self To anything more than their own opinion, Is not sophisticated- They […]
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