o Mighty, Majestic Creator God

We’re all so beautiful

Made from clay and bone

Filled with the warmth of blood

pumping wildly ‘neath

the softest of skin

Our mouths breathe forth the breath

first put into by God,

the laws say nothing is lost

The power and majesty of the First Day

still surrounds us

every day.

LORD, open my eyes so I can see it

see you

see everything

angels, demons, hope life love danger

community need

let me fall to my knees and thank you

for I am in of everything

You touch

o Mighty Majestic Creator

of heaven and earth.

Call Me By My Name

God called Mary the faithful one.

God called Gideon a mighty man of valor

Both were caught by surprise.

We get so obsessed with exterior image.

God, who created us,

calls us by a name that catches us totally by surprised.

Today, listen quietly for the voice of God,

He is whispering insights into your being,

into the totality of human existence.

Will you be present and aware enough to hear

the voice of God?


The Secret Self

“No one will hide an extremely valuable thing in something of equal value. However, people often put things worth countless thousands into a thing worth a penny.”  -Gospel of Phillip 1:22

We stash money in mattresses and piggy banks to keep it safe. We bury treasure in the sand. In the same way, we have a soul inside this humble flesh, waiting to be brought out, to shine in the darkness of the present day.

How we all long to see it! How we celebrate when the light shines forth!

Get to know one another. Let your secret self out.

How wonderful is the light of your soul!

Jesus Christ, LORD in Flesh

Why does it matter that Jesus rose bodily?

Can’t we be content, as the Gnostics were,

that Jesus rose in Spirit.

Can’t He be Jesus a disembodied life-force,

loving us, His children?

He could have, but He chose not to.

He came to Earth in the flesh,

passed through the birth canal,


spent time with family

and disciples

and passersby.

He healed by touch.

He broke bread.

He sweat blood.

He was nailed to a cross.

He knew what it was like to have His strained last breaths

taken from Him.

Then, He rose in flesh.

He had Thomas place His fingers through

the holes in His hands,

just to see He was really here.

Jesus is not an apparition.

Jesus is not a dream.

He is our friend,

our Father,

our judge,

and our guide.

He is as real as you and me.


What a wonderful person to spend

the whole of eternity with!

To not just contemplate him


or theologically

but physically.

We do not just study Him,

we experience Him

in truth.

Our senses are His to explore

and excite.

Fully God, fully man

Praise the real, holy and righteous God!


In a Cloud

In a vision, I saw Jesus standing

before the gates of heaven

holding two great stones:

one labeled TRUTH and the other


“What are these stones for?” I asked.

“This is how I judge the lives of those

who approach the gates.

I have walked with them their entire lives.

By their actions, they have chosen which stone

I shall judge from.”

I noticed only then that He had a sword ready at His hip.

“What of the sword?” I said. “What is that for?”

“Many will storm the gates of heaven,

demanding to be let in.

They do not want or do not have time

to await my verdict.

Some act if they already know,

others actually know and will not stand for it,

but either way I will not let them in.

I protect my sheep. I am the only way in.”

“By which stone will You judge me, LORD?” I asked.

“The choice is yours.

Not by your lips, but your heart do you make your decision,” He said. “Yet the time has not yet come. Return to Earth. Live your life. Go in peace.”

I bowed before the King of Heaven and began to make my exit.

“And Aaron, remember that I am always with You, through the good and the bad. Nothing escapes my sight,” He said.

“I know LORD,” I said, before descending back to Earth

in a cloud.

Scheduled Execution

As I set my head upon the guillotine,

A voice descended from heaven.

“Stop! Why do you do this?” It said.

“Because I am guilty,” I said, “deserving death.”

“Your sins are grave, but I took them to the grave

They died with me and I brought you up

into new life. Do you not remember this?”

“I forget so easily,” I said.

“Rise, my child, into my grace,

and your new life.”

I did rise after all and since then

have been forever changed,

though that fateful blade still haunts menacingly

the corner of my mind’s eye.