It is fun, in our hearts, to play God
To expose our enemies’ fraud
To judge and condemn
Those women and men
Who hide behind saintly facade
Hat tip to Major Lazer
When the world’s full of darkness
When our souls thirst for justice
Drink the cup!
The truth that we must learn to feel
Is just how deeply Christ is real
This world with its pleasures and pain
Loves to impose on our brain
Illusions of solidity
That overwhelm eternity
Hat tip to Coco
Lord when I fall apart
When pain engulfs my heart
Help me see Thee
For life is still so short
And cursed with ill report
And evil seems to thwart
My noblest effort
Continued from Mrs. Jesus #2/7: Two’s Day Out
I wake up early to make pancakes for the kids.
Jesus shows up to breakfast a little later than usual.
He kisses me on the cheek.
I don’t look him in the eye.
He gives me a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything.
After dropping the kids off, he comes back home instead of heading to work.
He finds me in the backyard, staring at the mountains surrounding our village.
He stands beside me, gently taking my hand but not speaking.
Finally I turn to him.
He takes my other hand as I gaze up through my lashes into his warm brown eyes.
“I want to come work with you.”
Though a tear begins to course down his cheek.
And I can feel the tension in his muscles.
To transcend the happiness game
We must learn to confront our shame
Joy becomes pure
When we ensure
We run toward, not from, our true name
[Another attempt to connect with the dissociated parts of myself.]
E. Hey Revenger
R. Hey Ernest
E. So what’s the deal with my man X?
R. You mean the one who’s always blaming certain groups for all the problems in the world?
When I’m feeling frustrated by you
I’m tempted to just power through
It may be a sin
But that’s how I win:
You do what I want you to do
Yet mercy cries out from the cross
“Don’t gain from another one’s loss!”
As I feel your pain
My loss turns to gain
As Christ demonstrates Who is boss
If we wish to channel God’s power
We must be willing to flower
I open my heart
So every deep part
Is enriched by heaven’s sweet shower
The greatest gift we can give
Is sharing the truth that we live
Not merely with words do we strive
But contagiously being alive
O Lord, being thankful is hard
When my heart feels pierced by a shard
Of this world, now broken and torn
By people so lost and forlorn
Happy Fibonacci Day!
First-order pain helps us learn
To keep away from flames that burn
Our bodies we need to preserve
So that on earth we may serve
If gates of Hell we would raze
We must learn to weaponize praise
When our past and future doth tumble and roll
We need to find the still present
When earth and heaven seem out of control
We know that God is still present
The reason I take up offense
Is really a form of defense
I don’t want to share
The cross you won’t bear
Suddenly, our conflict makes sense!
The only thing certain
Is that we will die
The only real freedom
Is choosing our why
Will we die from risk
When chasing a thrill
Or run out the clock
Til time makes its kill
Hard work is good for the soul
But not when we’re filling a hole
The source of our pride
Must come from inside
Knowing Christ’s work makes us whole
The reason our loves fall apart
Is because sin broke our heart
The pain was just too great to bear
And so must be exiled somewhere
I want to be an agree-mensch
Instead of just sitting on my bench
While Lefts & Rights
Get into fights
Giving Your body a foul stench
My mind is my greatest source of leverage, granting me power over issues professional, personal and spiritual. But leverage requires a lever, which requires a fulcrum. Something immovable that I can use to move everything else.
But what if the root of the most important issues I face is hidden under that fulcrum? What can I use to move an immovable object?
And what is the secret I have spent my whole life pressing further away from my consciousness?
What Lies Beneath