Find Me in the Rivers

Find me in the rivers, the streams,

the mountains the valleys the oceans the lakes

the deserts

the heights and the depths

find me as a shade, find me in the breeze

find me as a hummingbird,

flittering about, suckling the sweet nectar of life

find me at your side,

holding your hand,

telling you that I love you

because I do, always and forever.

Let us kiss the wind and fly away.

The Performance of a Lifetime

My wife and I were watching a documentary on a burlesque troupe the other day.

I loved, as the narrative unfolded, the reoccuring themes that began to appear.

They spoke of freedom, of expression, of overpowering the shame hurled upon us by the powers that be.

We all have a unique gift to share with the world. Though we are always tempted to conform, even in art, to express ourselves only in ways we think we ought to act, think, and behave.

But there is richness to be found in self-discovery, a heavenly wink found as we uncover who we really are (and who we are not).

We think if we give the audience what they want, they will be happy; but they will be happier still if we give them what is true.

IF we are alive and engaged, it frees the audience up to do the same.

The Heart of Evangelism

The Heart of Evangelism lies in the sharing of the story

of Jesus,

how He, as God, came to earth as man,

walked the earth, performing miracles

and communing with the saints

until the time those self-righteous could stand Him no longer

and so crucified Him, according to their twisted pleasure.

But the grave could not hold Him,

and so spit Him out like Jonah’s whale.

He appeared at on the shore,

before the disciples, who had fled back to their old ways,

and He commissioned them for a new task,

to tell His story, to every corner of the earth,

until the Earth is no more.

My friends, we are a part of this story,

we share in this same commission:

to share who God is, was, and will be

no out of obligation, but because He loves us

and we love Him and we want the world to know that.

For Love to Be Genuine

For love to be genuine,

it must be personal and specific.

Jesus did not simply say, “I love you,” to the crowd and move on.

He called Zacchaeus out of the tree and dined with him.

He met with the woman at the well and counselled her,

unpacking her demons until she danced to a new freedom-song.

My friends, do not let slogans and memes speak for you,

when you speak of love.

Let your heart speak what is true, and empower your flesh

to follow suit. So all will know

that you love them.

Without Reservations

So, there I was in the yellow room,

with all my fellow actors and actresses

and we are getting changed.

Men, women all in the same room

switching out of clothes and into new ones

No filter no reservations

just the gig.

I reminded me again how distorted

our concept of the human body is,

outside the safety of that changing room.

 

Where there is openness and upholding

of mutual respect and freedom,

when everyone is on the same page,

then we can coexist freely together.

When we hold back,

become a spectator,

shame our bodies and those of others,

then odd things start to happen.

The heart sours,

becomes cold and twisted.

Rather than opening like a tea blossom

steeped a nice hot cup of water,

it shrivels like an apple

deprived of moisture.

 

I ponder on these things I venture onstage,

and wish for a day when we are able to offer ourselves

without reservation, emotionally physically mentally and spiritually

to one another again.