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
I am at a convention center.
I am running late for booth setup.
I am just wearing underwear.
When I am wounded
By other’s pain
I find myself
Stuck in refrain
When wounds of the past leave us bound
Grace helps our hearts be un-wound
Old layers of sin
Are where we begin
Learning how crosses are crowned
Today I will share liberty
with those who wound my heart
When there’s a mountain to move
I feel God has something to prove
Is He really real
Or just what I feel
When I am in a good groove?
Continued from Blew Monday
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”
I wake up and look at Jesus, startled.
Me: What time is it? Did I sleep in?
Jesus: Don’t worry about it. I turned off your alarm and got the kids ready for school myself. Your mom will pick them up.
M. Why? Are we going somewhere?
His face suddenly turns sober.
J. Yes. You remember I promised I’d help you understand why I can’t stay here with you all the time?
I nod silently, torn between excitement and dread.
J. Well, today is bring your wife to work day!
I make appreciative noises, like I’m happy about this. Yet I can’t help but notice that His smile doesn’t reach His eyes.
It hurts to feel small and alone
In a world where the rest seem at home
But be of good cheer
God’s kingdom is near
To children who kneel at His throne
#BreakTheCycle (of condemnation)
My story is a mystery
Where I don’t know the end
Or even the beginning
Of why He called me “friend”
It’s easy to live in the mundane
The mindless repeating of days
Or else risk it all in a campaign
To seize on the world’s latest craze
Union with Christ, if it’s true
Leads to reproducing You
Freedom from sin
Means deep within
I’m letting You make “me” anew
Boaz stood up at the gate
To take widow Ruth as his mate
He wanted to do all things right
In front of both God and man’s sight
When I am facing my doom
I need a redeeming bridegroom
Not just a freer of slaves
But a true lover who saves
There’s power that comes in vulnerability
As losing my armor unleashes Thee
It may not feel safe
But I’m no helpless waif
For even my death brings me victory!
While Insurance leaves us quite cold
Your Assurance helps us be bold
Is founded on Thee
Our Endurance makes Your story told
The legalist earns our respect
For reasons we ought to inspect
He’s willing to hold up the wall
Without which our culture will fall
What childlikeness must we retrieve
If we would His Kingdom receive?
Our ego so proud
Must die in a shroud
As we live with heart on a sleeve
With the right BATNA, even $0 is f-u money