Sheep and Goats

Judas and Peter betrayed God,

yet Peter kept going.

Not only that, but he was given the keys to heaven.

See the measure of our faith is not

whether or not we fail.

I mean, we all fail

It’s whether or not we’re willing to get over ourselves

and look to God

in spite of it that separates the sheep from the goats.

Lean

What do we mean when we discuss love and beauty?

The ads throw out those words all the time.

Just because those words sound nice doesn’t make them

any more worthwhile than “biscuit” or “hamburger.”

 

Love and beauty must be experienced to be real,

it lies in a hand-hold, it blossoms in a word of encouragement

With no effort at all, we can tear down someone struggling to get back up,

to believe in themselves.

 

We can believe in them. We can uphold their worth.

My friends, be there for those who need it

and we all need it from time to time.

 

Let us join together and not only sing, but live out the simple words,

“lean on me when you’re not strong.”

Birthday Suits for All!

Life can knocks us out again sometimes,

like all those old cartoons where the clothes

or wool

are literally blown off the skin

and we’re left alone and embarrassed.

 

But you know what? Oh well,

“Naked I came into this world,

naked I shall leave,” says Job.

If that’s how we are, that’s how we’re gonna be

and we’re gonna be awesome too.

Birthday suits for all.

 

Through all things, blessed be the name of the LORD!

Charles

You were homeless

It was raining

We met outside a comedy club

You asked me for money

I gave you what I had,

plus a coat and umbrella for good measure.

We took a walk,

then a drive

going nowhere,

just out of the rain.

You told me a story of your days as a DJ.

The story may have been true or not,

either way it was nice to have met you

I bid you farewell

and you went off to bum a cigarette

to light the fire within.

Just Another Day

“Play me a song,” he said, seeing us leave the restaurant with our guitars.

“We don’t have the chords,” M said.

“Play it anyway,” he replied.

And so we started, roughly. The chords came, but the words didn’t. The words came, but the chords didn’t. Eventually, both aligned. Then, we sang together the songs that stuck with us, the ones deep down. Always a surprise to see what sticks.

“Play ‘Jesus Loves Me,'” he said.

And we did. The simple, fleeting words resounded through the parking lot and into the night sky.

Soon, we were all out of songs. They thanked us. His buddy, he told me stories about Vietnam while the others mused over M’s dreadlocks.

“My leg’s all tore up. Not a leg no more,” the veteran said, “Got two purple hearts out of it, though. I have trouble sleeping sometimes. All times. God forgive me.”

And he wiped his face with a dirty napkin.

I ran into the car and pulled out the McDonalds napkins I had stored there, you know, for emergencies.

“Here,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said while using the napkin, “for listening.”

M nodded me forward and we walked together to the nearest convenience store, picking up hot dogs and beer for the guys.

“Do you have a Bible?” said the first guy. I handed him mine, “what’s the shortest verse in the Bible?”

“‘Jesus wept,'” I said.

“And where is it?” he said, “What verse?”

I told him I didn’t know. he flipped right to it.

“Saint John eleven thirty-five,” he said.

 

I nodded in amazement.

We all hugged. M and I went to our respective way.

“I’m glad you didn’t die,” M’s girlfriend told her, later.

For us, it’s just another day.