Sunday, July 28, 2013

Going Home

We may roam
Far somehow...
But enough
Of that stuff!
We are now
Floating home,
Home to hugs.

Greet one another with a holy kiss. (2 Corinthians 13:12 ESV)

I'm not the source of this image. For other people's reaction to this same image, click here. I stole the idea of going home to hugs from Kathe W.'s post.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

A Morning Prayer

Fill me with your grace, Lord--
Your mercy and your love.
Fill me with your patience
When others push and shove.
Use me as your servant
To lift the aching soul,
Giving out your gospel
To make the broken whole.

And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit... (Ephesians 5:18 ESV)


The LORD longs to be gracious to you,
To pour out more blessings until you're sated.
He longs to make you better than you deserve,
Better than you dare dream.

So, why are you swimming in troubles,
Surrounded by snakes,
Beneath big burdens?

The burdens confine you.
The troubles refine you
Until you're like gold,
If only you listen.

The troubles that break you
Will help to re-make you
Until you are holy
And serve Jesus only.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Family Wash

Family memories lie in a pan
Like last night's stockings:
Uncles and brothers, sisters and aunts,
Needing a cleaning.

Business successes, proud graduations,
Babies and houses
Ready to wash
Or to toss out as compost.

Lifetimes of longings,
Hopes and achievements
Now merely clutter.
So, do you want them?

So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom. 
(Psalm 90:12)

If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. (Jesus, in Luke 14:26 ESV)

Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you.  (Exodus 20:12 ESV)

I took the photo in an antique store. 

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Jesus--Crucified, Risen

Jesus, crushed and pierced for me,
Hung to die just like a snake--
Lifted up for all to see,
Jesus suffered for our sake.

Christ was buried, fully dead,
Sealed inside a carved fresh cave,
Wrapped in cloths from toe to head.
Dead! Can such a leader save?

Jesus rose--alive once more,
Full of vigor, fresh and strong.
He has won! The final score
Will be sung through ages long.

Jesus Christ will come again
And he'll judge the live, the dead.
He'll be King, and he will reign
With his church for whom he bled.

Praise him for his choice to give
His own life for sinful men.
Praise him that he'll always live--
Lord of lords, Life without end. 

For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 ESV)

Monday, July 08, 2013

To Follow Jesus

To follow Jesus is an outward thing.
He owns my clothes, my hair, the things you see.

To follow Jesus is an inward thing.
He bought my heart and set my spirit free.

To follow Jesus is a whole-life thing.
He owns what's past, what's now, what's yet to be.

To follow Jesus is a simple thing.
He leads. I follow. Victory!

On the next day Jesus wanted to set out for Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, “Follow me.”  (John 1:43, NET)

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

There's Work Before the Storm

Image by Musin Yohan
There's work before the storm.
All bundled well, a mix
Of dry-as-tinder sticks.
Five miles to keep us warm.

I wish we had a man.
My Will did all he said,
But now--it hurts!--he's dead.
So I do what I can.

There's beauty in that sky.
A brightness says to rush
Before winds howl and crush--
To rush while sticks are dry.

Tonight we'll sit all warm.
At least, that is my plan.
I'll make it, if I can.
Five miles before the storm!

For you [O Lord] have been a stronghold to the poor,
        a stronghold to the needy in his distress,

a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat.... (Isaiah 24:5 ESV)

This poem is fiction, based on the remarkable image. For other people's thoughts on this same image, click here.

Monday, July 01, 2013

Thank God I Died

Thank God I died
To who I was:
Respectable but dead
In lurid sin,
A snake or wolf
Within the flock,
A weed among the wheat.

Thank God I rose
To Jesus Christ!
I rose to life in him,
To holiness and hope and joy,
To love that doesn't end--
A servant-son of Heaven's king,
Redeemed, reborn, restored.

Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.  (1 Corinthians 6:9-11 ESV)