We are always just one decision awayFrom self-destruction.One bitter thought awayFrom sabotaging our relationships,One attitude of self-pity away fromMaking every moment about ourselves.Our propensity towards self-harmIs disturbingly persistent.Desiring the forbidden fruitAs though none of the others were good enough,Leaning into our depravityAs though it were in our best interests to do so.We need saving-Not just […]Read more "On self-harm"
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"
From enemies and vagabondsTo lovers and trusted sonsGod has done a thingThat we will sing about forever,For He has penned a glorious stanzaWith our very lives,Weaving together seemingly random eventsThat converge to form a constellation of His mercies-Moments that made no senseSeasons so dark we lost our very selvesNon-linear paths that all led usHere.To His […]Read more "We have become His poetry"
Blatant joyUnabashed glee andUnrestrained merrimentAre surprisinglyHard to sit with.Often off putting.Even in bad taste sometimes.It’s as though one’s mind is asking“How can you be so happyIn a world of so much brokenness?How can you still be like a childIn this way?’’Christian joyIs not escapismOr tone deaf positivity,Or reserved for the short windowsWhen life is going […]Read more "Happy clappy"
Humans have a great great capacityFor illusions,For imagining a version of the worldDictated by our preferencesAs though we were the ones who made itIn seven days.God has mercy on those He wants to have mercy,Whether or not we agree with His assessmentAnd He plays on a field far, far aboveOur own.We are not Christians because […]Read more "Capacity for Illusions"
To buyNor a show to attendNor a business to invest in-It is a body to belong to.Those that sit in her pewsAre not audience membersSeeking entertainment,They are members of a symphony,Participants in a dance a dance of graceWhere sinners get their day ofReckoning with mercy,Where the imperfectMeet PerfectionWhere crooked motivesAre made whole,Where the work ofSelf-deternination […]Read more "The church is not a product"
There is One who Claims to have simply spoken All of existence Into existence. Who asks you To trust Him with your very life, Daily. Who claims to be the One that keeps your Heart beating And neurones firing And mitochondria cycling ATP. The One who says ‘Trust Me’ With your future happiness With your […]Read more "The Claims of God"
Seems to be the hardest thing for us to be. We would rather eat pig’s slop On our own “adventure” Than sit and dine In our Father’s house. So hellbent on our own way So sure that He doesn’t have Our best interests at heart, That we would go out of our way To fend […]Read more "Being our Father’s children"
I get cravings throughout the day To glance at my phone: Hoping for a notification, Checking for messages; For reassurance that someone loves me For a reminder that my contributions matter For something to distract me. But when I think deeply enough I realize I am looking for something deeper, Something I have perceived from […]Read more "I’ve been looking for You"
The harrowing prayer of Christ in that garden Did not change His circumstance. Indeed it was His last few moments Before going up to be crucified, A crucifixion He spoke of repeatedly. The contents of the prayer Reveal a level of vulnerability That is most unsettling. Christ accepts His crushing fate While expressing His desire […]Read more "Gethsemane"