Do I feel a lack?

This post is from my thoughtful and beautiful wife, Sarah. Do I feel a lack?  Yes, I do.  A lack that is blessed by the God of the universe.  He blesses it because He gave His Son this lack as well.  This is a lack of total goodness.  I have many good things, but all…

clean

Clean. Clean. How beautiful. How free. Jesus Christ dying on a tree. Lonely. Lowly. Clean. Red blood dripping. Purity. Soldiers spitting mockingly. Black sky darkening soberly. Death of purity. Blood. Water. Clean. Hear the women crying. Thunder – paralyzing. Death purifying. Washing me clean. Poem by my wife Sarah

who?

Who? Who made the flowers white – more white than morning snow? Who made the sound of water and the fireflies to glow? Who put the brightness in the sun and made the moon to shine? Who put the faith that saved my soul into this heart of mine? Who shakes the mountains? Who quiets…

Jesus is

He is. Jesus holds me closer than a friend. He is my defender – Whose love will never end. He is all my smiles.  He is all my tears. Jesus is the truth that swallows all my fears. Jesus is my light. Jesus is my path. He it is Who carries me and pacifies God’s…

I’m pressed like a grape

from a good friend Hugo Butts   I’m pressed like a grape Not crushed like a stone;   I’m perplexed like the Sphinx Not in despair like grief   I’m persecuted like Jesus Not abandoned like an orphan   I am struck to my knees But my head is not hacked off   Life and…

a concise theology of art

Art moves. Art has the innate ability to captivate your thoughts and stir your emotions. Art encompasses all of your life and the world in which you live. You cannot step outside your home or inside your home without taking in some kind of artistic expression. What is art? What is good art? What is…

spreading His fame

All praise to the name of the savior who reigns. He’s taken our blame, embraced all our shame, He’s raised from the grave so his fame we proclaim. Salvation by grace through faith in his name. Jesus, the beautiful and blessed Son, Immutable, majestic one Who was resurrected from the grave for the depraved. He…

changing tracks

Changing Tracks Having no emotion, What notion? Being stagnant as a rusted locomotion! Stationed Don’t know why? As I try, That desert tear ducts lack cry Electrified A build up, Trained playing pup. The water to the brim of a cup. Dumped My hair falls out, Then I pout. Attitude, behavior, character drought. Clouted Want…

What is so good about Good Friday?

“What is so good about Good Friday?” asked a girl with a quizzical look. When we scan the surface of the events surrounding Good Friday they do not seem so good, in fact, they appear grotesque. How could the horrific death of the Jesus be so good, when a bloody and baffling execution appears so…

prayer for Chile

This is a prayer for all the people of Chile follow the aftermath of an earthquake that rocked their country: My great I AM, Fill my mind with elevation and grandeur at the thought of a Being with whom one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day, A mighty…

sin is more than

I gathered at the Communion Table like never seen before. On Sunday, I was faced with the reality of my sin as Pastor Kenny preached on the reality of the cross from the perspective of our sin and the wrath of God.  For a majority of the service I was confronted by my darkness that once…

less IS more

less of me less trash, more treasure less luxuries, more necessities less on my looks, more looking to Him less performance, more praise less whining, more shining less wishing, more waiting less scandalizing, more sacredness less selfishness, more selflessness less darkness, more light less being served, more being served less fence riding, more boldness less…

memorial tears

Memorial Tears I possess a tear; it is one of many. Added to oceans of tears in memory. Looking deep within, reflecting off the surface, I see what is inside floating, and ponder.    Of all remembrances is the foregoing sin Causing agony from within to without.  I deserve the furthest destructive damnation, In relation…

Psalm 27:14 in a Poem

Wait by Russell Kelfer   Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;  Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.  I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .  And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”  “Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply.  “Lord, I need answers, I need to know why! Is your hand shortened?…