Today I strummed chords I seldom play
and sang notes I seldom sing.
My fingers strained to strike the frets
My voice trembled at the top of my register.
After I was done, I felt strangely alive
and wondered why I so often hold back
from these places,
these wonderful places,
where my blood races
and my spirit soars.
A pox upon the demon of the commonplace,
holding its infamous net of security
and three cheers to the angel of uncertainty,
who calls us “to come and die and find that I
may truly live.”
We can’t look down on one another
We can’t just say, “rise” and consider that our part
We must either give each other a helping hand up
or lower ourselves down so we stand eye to eye.
True equality requires action,
not just words.
Sacrifice, humility, and encouragement
Shared power and access to resources:
These are the building blocks of a better tomorrow.
“When a preacher of righteousness has stood in the way of sinners, he should never again open his lips in the great congregation until his repentance is as notorious as his sin.” -John Angell James
Apologies get old. They flow too freely.
What we want to see, what we want to know, if someone is truly sorry.
Peter betrayed Jesus. Paul hunted down His followers.
There was no simple “oops! my bad.”
There was a lifetime after that, a lifetime lived for Christ,
a lifetime working miracles, facing danger, owning our weakness.
A moment’s mistake make require a lifetime to recover, but it’s worth it,
to see someone, like Scrooge, who has truly changed.
What’s the fun
in reading Scripture,
if you won’t let it change you?
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.
Read: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Coming originally from Southern California, the concept of season is relatively new to me. In So. Cal we have three seasons, hot, damp, and on fire.
Now, that I live in North Carolina, especially in the mountains, I am beginning to understand them more and more.
There is spring, summer, winter, and fall. These seasons are not so much defined by a set period of time. That time changes. But each season, whenever it comes has its own distinct characteristics. There is spring, the season of new life; summer, the season of extroversion, of growth and vigor; there is fall, the season of fading and cooling; and there is winter, the season of sleep, darkness, and remembrance. All of these are necessary, especially if you grow plants.
My wife is growing a garden. She could tell you: there is a time to plant, a time to water; a time to harvest, and a time to let the soil rest. Not to mention the season where you rotate the crops and let certain patches of ground alone. All these are for the good of the harvest. We heed them to our betterment. We ignore them to our loss. All these seasons have things which must get done. And of course no one season has total claim on all the things. There are elements of all of them in all of them.
As you go through life, know that you, like the Earth and the plants that grow on it, live life in seasons. This is natural and good. We are not static creatures. Look around you. Identify and mind the season you are in. Find peace in the season you are in. And, of course, when the time comes, have a very happy harvest.
I love that the Greek word for God’s love for us is agápē
Because, when you remove all the markers above the letters,
you get agape-
like mouth agape, heart agape, mind agape,
God’s love for us is so beyond our comprehension
that it should leave us with our jaw hanging down,
we ought to be scratching our heads and
falling to our knees in awe of it.
Likewise, when we love like He loves,
we should illicit the same response.
We’re talking blow-your-mind awesome.
Our love should be so righteous, so pure,
so unexpectedly right
that it leaves a mark, makes a difference,
changes the world, if only a little bit.
There, my friends, is our benchmark.
Time to thrive.