Body Issues

I’ve had plenty of body issues in the past:

Spent a lot of middle and high school anorexic

Had a horrible self image of myself,

thought I was garbage,

the eating patterns began to wane in college,

thanks to the support of friends and family

and a solid therapist.

The self image still lingers.

Now, I love to eat,

and I’m working on loving myself more.


Funny, the more I invest in others,

the more I forget my own problems,

but you still need to love yourself.

Generosity and good deeds

do not a full recovery make.


I surrender my life to Jesus daily,

I’ve gotten into this whole naturist thing.

It’s all connected.

It begs the question:

Do you love who you see in the mirror?

It’s not a complicated question. The simple questions are

the hardest to answer.

Jesus made me. I can either accept this form

or throw it out.

Sure, I’ve made mistakes,

but Jesus always responds with grace.

Do I trust Him?

Do I love Him enough to believe He loves me?

At Haywood Street Congregation,

we have a simple mantra, a call-and-response:

Q: Whose child are you?

A: God’s child!

Let it be, LORD. Let it be.

Escape Artists

My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
and freeze,
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.

We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.


My front windshield is cracked,

has been for several months now.

Every now and again,

I have the money to fix it,

but end up spending the cash

on something else.

Yes, yes, we only have so many resources

but still

I feel this a metaphor for something:

life, probably.

The world’s problems are vast and consuming,

and we can spend all our days chasing

after all kinds of things,

that seem good and productive at the time;

or, we can spend time fixing the windshields

of our lives.

Ah, yes. I can see clearly now.

The crack is gone.

Drinking Dobrá with Jeremy

We sit in the tea shop. Jeremy reflects on his mission trip and the vacation that followed.

“It’s funny,” he said, “when I went to Kentucky, I wondered what I would do there, and they told me ‘just be.’ When I went to Hawaii, I was searching for a feeling, and missed all the wonderful things I did.”

Life isn’t one thing or the other. Every situation calls for a different response. The trick is to listen, to be present, and let God instruct us on the specific way we should go.

The Editing Room

In film,

once all the footage is in,

the editor is given the task of

cutting, copying, and pasting the film together

so that it forms a powerful and cohesive whole.

There are scenes, brilliant snippets of reel,

that end up getting cut because they do not fit

the master narrative,

either they slow down the pace or otherwise

take away from the work as a whole.

Life is like that, sometimes

we must cut out even the good things

if they clutter, clog, or distract.

There are a billion different ways we could go.

LORD, give me the wisdom to know which paths to follow

and the strength to persist in the paths You have marked out

for me.

It’s Okay to Run

Remember, sometimes it’s okay to run

when the building is burning down,

you don’t say, “I’m gonna stare this fire down,”

you get the heck outta there.

Be brave but be sensible.

The Spirit is wise and kind,

if He wants you facing down giants, you’ll take them down

If He wants you gone, just go.

No shame in that.