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Word on the street

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.

I am late to write today. My morning routine was broken up by overnight guests stumbling down the steps trapping me into watching the Amazon Prime miniseries “Bosch”. I headed out the door at noon to catch the Sunday Matinee of “Newsies”, the Tony Award winning play performing at Clowe’s Memorial Hall, Butler University.

Being home again, I could easily blow off posting but I am happy to put on comfy clothes and hammer out a few thoughts. Driving home the car wheels picked up plenty of fodder. There is inspiration in the political atmosphere; the tragedy of the Middle East, the repercussions of becoming a religious zealot and stoking people’s hate for things they do not care to understand.

I am not worried.
I have inward peace
in such times. That solace
which cannot be stolen.

I am aware of the other end of this “peace” bridge where I have hung by a thread, dangling in the dark, with no one paying attention to the silent screams. My enemy feeds off this past leaving me with a gaping vulnerability.

Psalm 148:5 Let them praise the name of the LORD,
For He commanded and they were created.
6 He has also established them forever and ever;
He has made a decree which will not pass away.

My heart is rebuilding. There are days I read God’s Word without breaking down into hysterical weeping. I live through raging waters that cause thoughts of prematurely wanting to say goodbye. This scares me just as much as my neighbor. At least I imagine they care.

My prayer.
Passing days
soften my heart.
Let me breathe
this promised peace.

What future is there? In a lost world that is traveling fast towards abyss, science does not give my heart rest. God tells us in Psalm 148 that His decree will not pass away. I turn to my child-like faith of yesterday, torn from me by a dark world, and graciously being restored bit by bit by a loving God. What harm can His assurance bring me?

Posted in Poetry

Then sings my soul!

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body
but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One
who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Matthew 10:28

It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
Hebrews 10:31

See to it, brothers and sisters, that none of you has a sinful,
unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God.

Hebrews 3:12

See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy,
which depends on human tradition
and the elemental spiritual forces
of this world rather than on Christ.

Colossians 2:8

How much more, then, will the blood of Christ,
who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself
unblemished to God,
cleanse our consciences from
acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!

Hebrews 9:14

Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling,
fix your thoughts on Jesus,

whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest.
Hebrews 3:1

Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”
Matthew 16:16

To all those in Boston and around the world, who are rocked by yet another act of terrorism…
may you be comforted by the prayers that are being lifted to God.

John 14:16 And I will ask the Father,
and He will give you another advocate to help you
and be with you forever–

John 14:26 But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit,
whom the Father will send in my name,
will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.