Radically Happy

In that glance / I can see all the pain / Failure / Frustration / Betrayal / Denial / Trauma // That was washed away / By the blood of Jesus…

He is holding court / 
Over smaller hawks / 
Wearing orange safety vests / 
Teaching them profound truths / 
That my human mind / 
Cannot grasp…

I had no choice but to follow my heart / 
Because my eyes could not see Him

Each of these influences can trap us into Believing All You Think—what I’ll call the BAYT. However, through self-differentiation, we can break free from these traps and live with clarity and purpose.

Scarecrow: Is that what people with brains do? / Me: What? / Scarecrow: Ask about ideas rather than what they truly want?

Better / 
To be a fool for Jesus / 
Than wise in my own eyes…

His feet / 
Are wherever I lay down my life / 
My pride / 
My security / 
My comfort / 
For those I love…

But when I get there / 
I find the vest / 
But no body / 
No blood…

The silence stretches out painfully / I don’t know what we are hunting / Or if it might be hunting us…

Worse / 
I don’t even know what I am hunting / 
Though it is usually myself…

I’m really a miser / 
Who pretends I’m providing a service / 
But secretly just amasses wealth / 
And ignores those who truly need my help…

A thousand times magnified / 
I see the war / 
Of atoms and molecules / 
Becoming a dance / 
Of death…

Jesus isn’t just calling us out for being hypocrites. He’s showing us a better way—a way that’s better than judging, a way that has the power to cure the very evil we’re so eager to condemn. That way is grace.

We are relaxed / Coasting through the bloodstream // Not impatient / Not apprehensive / Not anxious / Not bored // Ready…

“Lord, I cannot be / What you ask me to be / I have always been a red cell / Without even the genes / To make my own proteins / How can I digest the poisons / Or even morph to consume them?”

I shudder / 
What could be worse / 
Than having to slay my Lord?

I cannot carry away the waste / The toxicity is building up…