The Moment Before

Why is it that, in Exodus, God tells us that

They created the deaf, the mute, and the blind

yet in Leviticus we turn around and push them aside?

Why is it, in Genesis, that God creates

both man AND woman in Their own image

yet we get bogged down in gender roles

and social norms?

Why is it, in Romans, that we can bank

our entire faith on the fact that Abraham

came before Moses

and so are justified by grace alone,

rather than by works,

yet keep trying to earn our salvation

and set up obstacles for others to jump over to do the same?

God is calling all of us into immediate and total reconciliation with Himself.

Are we bold enough to take Him up on His offer?

Chutes & Ladders

We all have flaws

Things we need to work on

but if we start with a mindset of brokenness

We’ll always be swimming upstream

Exhausting yourself

trying to keep up with the invisible Joneses

Instead, focus on Jesus

approach life with a perspective of self-love

Then life will become more a celebration,

and invitation

Rather than a do-or-die situation

where every failure

sets you back a billion paces

This is not chutes-and-ladders, folks

It’s your life

Live it well

The Monsters Inside Us

In my dream I am being chased by Sweetums, the muppet

down an endless hallway

I run and I run, but I can’t escape

so he overtakes me and gobbles me up

and I’m in the belly of this muppet

in the dark

saying to myself,

“It’s a dream it’s a dream it’s a dream!”

But I can’t wake up

and I don’t wake up until I shut up.

That’s when I finally awake.

 

Life is like that.

There are monsters in our lives

that we can’t outrun,

we can’t negotiate or reason with.

There are monsters we must embrace

Because they’re not monsters at all,

but rather instruments of change.

 

And change is scary.

But God is good.

He will get us through.

Stretch

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.”