Monday, May 25, 2015

Do You Love Me More Than These?

Jesus questioned Simon once,
"Do you love me more than these?"
Peter’s answer became clear:
Yes, he loved his Lord the most,
But I sometimes love my fish.

Lord, you’ve seen my misplaced love—
Love for wealth and earth’s success,
Love for food, a belly-full.
Love for signs, not just my Lord.
Love for shiny, dying fish.

Burn away that fishy love.
Let me feed the lambs you love.

When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?” (John 21:15 ESV)

It's also very possible that Jesus was really asking Peter, "Do you love me more than these other disciples love me?" If so, he wanted Peter to realize that what was important was not the comparative strength of Peter's love, but the reality of it.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Subdue Our Sins

Subdue our sins
Until we shine
Bright as finest crystal.
Still our souls
Until we're whole:
Healed and holy,
Solely yours.

He will again have compassion on us, 
And will subdue our iniquities. 
You will cast all our sins 
Into the depths of the sea.
(Micah 7:19 NKJV)

Monday, May 11, 2015


Has the LORD appointed you
To fill a lower role?
If you say, "It just won't do!"
You risk your very soul.

Do not grumble at his will.
Obey his holy voice.
God has made us, and may fill
Each role with his own choice.

As you take that lower place,
Rejoice! Be glad for those
Who, like you, will see his face.
God welcomes those he knows.

And Moses said to Korah, “Hear now, you sons of Levi: is it too small a thing for you that the God of Israel has separated you from the congregation of Israel, to bring you near to himself, to do service in the tabernacle of the LORD and to stand before the congregation to minister to them, and that he has brought you near him, and all your brothers the sons of Levi with you? And would you seek the priesthood also?

(Numbers 16:8-10 ESV)

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Coming Storm

Peals of thunder
Rumble under
Dark and darker skies.

Doves are mourning--
Giving warning:
Trouble this way lies.

Eerie quiet--
Can't describe it--
Brace before the storm.

Rain's arriving,
Fierce and driving,
But we're safe and warm.

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand? (Job 26:14 ESV)

Saturday, April 18, 2015

My Life

Father, take my strongest longings
And re-shape them as you will.
Keep your kingdom coming, dawning.
Bend me. Break me. Use me still.

Fill me with a holy passion
Brightly burning in the night
Mixed with tender, strong compassion--
Merciful, with truth and light.

Make me strong with manly action--
Fierce as fire and soft as lamb--
With no cowardly subtraction
From the saint you say I am.

Your great work won't be suspended
If I'm old or tired or weak.
Till my present life has ended,
May I seek and find and speak.

I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.

(Romans 12:1 ESV)

Sunday, April 12, 2015

War on Sin

Help, Lord!

I've made peace with my sin--
And not fought it, to win.
It's been buried at times
But it stubbornly climbs
Right back out of the dirt
And back into my shirt
Where it's eating a hole
'Way down deep in my soul.

It has festered and grown
From bad seed I have sown.
I must kill sin--right now!
But the question is,"How?"
Let me one more begin.
May I, Lord, kill my sin!
I'm not worthy to ask,
But enable that task.
I am yet prone to slip:
Father, break sin's foul grip.

For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live. (Romans 8:13 ESV)

Friday, April 10, 2015


The season's young, with freshness all around,
But I am old and stooping toward the ground.
My paint is chipped or maybe scratched.
My youthful heart, though, can't be matched.
You see, my friend--and it's the truth--
Deep down inside, I'm still a youth.

I have been young, and now am old,
yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread. (Psalm 37:25 ESV)

I really don't feel quite as old (or as young) as this poem suggests, but this is what the photo seemed to say.