“Sorry to unload on you like that,” he said
“I’m glad you did,” I said,
“So many times we go through life,
carrying burdens, situations
not knowing who we can share it with
but not quite able to bear the burdens ourselves.
We lose sleep, become stressed
because we feel all alone.
Yes, we talk to God and that is a great place to start,
but we still fear the judgement of others.
It’s not until we tell another human being
and they meet us with open hearts and minds
that we can begin to lay our burden down-
or, rather, finally have someone
to carry that burden along
til the carrying is done.”
Who is the least of these?
We all are. We can be poor of spirit
and poor of money
and beat down and cast out and left alone.
Reach out to your brothers your sisters
your fathers your mothers your uncles
aunts cousins across the world
and across the street
listen to one another
be there and support
“listen listen love love”
for God is good
and we are ALL His children!
I believe in the humanity in us all
In its good and bad
In its potential
I choose to see the sunshine in our souls
Despite the darkness that occasionally comes
I believe we all bear the fingerprint of God
Beautiful and in need
of redemption and love
and companionship to carry us through
I went to an art exhibit with my friend, Brian.
The artist took pictures of large groups of people
from a helicopter.
Inevitably, patterns emerge,
just in the movement of people.
From afar, just as up close, we are works of art,
from concept to design to finished product,
heart, mind, and soul.
Do we have the eyes to see, the ears to hear
the will to believe so?
I think it’s funny: we believe our deficiencies disqualify us from official ministry. Yet, God is not interested in our lack. Sometimes musicians will make intentional “mistakes” in their tracks just to prove it wasn’t a pre-recorded track. Some of the most valuable collectors items are the ones with a flaw in the casting.
Yes, we are called to remove impurities from our souls; but, many of the things that distinguish us, that make us unique, are the things we most often want to hide. God knows who we are. Our task, as humans, is to find the same, to celebrate it, and to toast to the Maker who crafted us this way.
We work to eat, to pay bills, to breathe a little easier.
Sometimes, I forget that when standing here, behind many walls of concrete;
but, on Friday, I remember again.