I am heading to Kairos this week. As part of Kairos, we go into a prison (in our case, it’s Craggy Correctional Facility), we feed them and share Jesus with them.
Funny, as I began posting about it, people from all walks of life approached me and offered to contribute, even those who may or not identify with the Christian faith. That’s the rub. Christianity is not dead. It’s roots began in the feeding of the poor, the embrace of the outsider, the visiting of the prisoner, the caring for the sick. People were so moved by this that they ran to Christianity in droves.
As the numbers began to grow, we gave them chairs to sit in and roofs to block out the elements and walls to provide structure to our meetings. In short, we became comfortable and contained.
But the Holy Spirit is a wildfire. Everyone, I don’t care who you are, knows when it’s on the move. It will burn down walls. It will light new paths for the wayward stray.
As I wrote letters to our 35 inmates, I began to weep because I knew how much God loves us and how far short I fell from loving in that same way. Change is needed. In my heart. In this world. Let’s make it happen, people! Today.
We are always moving
Society has things to do
In the process, things fall through the cracks
people fall through as well
And the natural reaction is “awww shucks, maybe tomorrow”
So, to elicit change
You must inherently be in the way
To be present in body and soul
Then, even if you are not seen, you will be encountered
You will be known, if only as an nuisance.
Anything you want to get done
you cannot sit idly in the shadows and wish for,
even pray for,
you must become an active participant
and stay consistently present
in order to make your presence known
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
I feel this a metaphor for something:
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.
Droplets of rain
disrupt an entire pool,
Whispers in a cave
erupt in sonorous echo.
A simple act of kindness
gives a thousand times,
a moment’s meditation
magnifies a couplet of rimes