We play around a lot with the idea as God as
But what about grandmother?
Soft and nurturing,
Doting gifts on her children
And children’s children
While still quite capable
Of lovingly bopping them
Upside the head
When they fight, refusing
To get along
Look at me, she said
To the protester
Look at me
I am a woman AND I am a pastor
But he did not look
And he did not see
But she did march
And, today, that would be enough.
Let me go and I will run
Hold me close and I will stay
Absolute freedom is found in Your illustrious bosom
For in You I have everything I need
Inside Elizabeth’s womb, John leapt
In the presence of a fetus
The magi followed a star to a newborn
In a barn
At the sight of our 14-day old boy
Simeon and Anna prophesied
John at the height of his ministry
Turned it all over to a carpenter
The disciples left their professions at the call
Of a rogue rabbi
When we have a true encounter with Jesus
We know it
He needs no introduction,
For He is the Living Word
I reached out to take your hand
we caught a patch of slush and slid into a ditch,
striking the passenger side into a hill
but we’re fine, everyone’s fine
we pull out
rent a car
and book our time with insurance-sanctioned
and I’m holding your hand again
because things are just things,
but we’re fine,
so everything’s fine.
“I found this angel in the parking lot,” she said,
“Is it good luck?”
“Could be,” I said.
“I stepped on it,” she said, “by accident.”
“Broken angel, sounds like all of us,” I said.
She smiled and walked away,
carrying the keepsake with pride.
What is the will of God?
When do we stop and They begin?
What agency do we have
in view of Their omniscience?
Surely we are called to account
for our actions
and nothing goes unseen.
Let me explore Your mystery, LORD,
and obey Your will,
for regardless of where I start and You begin,
You are the Alpha and the Omega,
the true beginning and end.
All things return to You
in reverence and awe,
in respect of all that You Are.