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Limerick: Heart for Hard Tests
When we find ourselves failing life’s test Seek out One who knows us best
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Systematic Graceology
The ultimate purpose and practice of Spiritual Formation is: Identifying the Anxieties for which we currently lack Grace Training us to Catharize them by the Cross of Christ More formally:
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Poem: Fishy Calling
I must be the priest To reach for the least I must be the saint Who goes where God ain’t
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Limerick: Unclean Healing
Much harder to go to a cross And bear all the world’s shame and loss
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WADACAM! Men’s Weekend (Fall 2022)
This Fourfold Reconciling (pronounced “G-SE-OOW!”) integrates often disjointed aspects of our faith into a seamless cycle of continually growing us all closer to Jesus: Worship AS Discipleship AS Community AS Mission. WADACAM!
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Poem: Uncomfortably Grateful
We say that God is good When we dine on comfort food Much harder to confess When we feel under duress
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Limerick: Keep On Maturing
The secret of growing in Christ Is trusting Him with all our life
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Limerick: Father Himself
A man’s got to father his Self If he wants to be more than an elf
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My Father’s Nakedness (The Gospel of Noah)
A Dis-curse in Three Parts Part 1: Matthew 17:1-13 Eli: Noah! Noah, where are you? Moe: Eli, I don’t think this is a very good idea. Eli: Shut up, Moe. He’s gonna love this. Moe: Fine, it’s your funeral. You never did get one, did you? Eli: No more than…
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Poem: Self-Signed
We say we want a Sign Or is it to define That we can be our Self And leave God on the shelf?
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Limerick: Tempting Gifts
When we are still under Law Temptation will stick in our craw
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The Rogue Dialogues: Inner Healing for Leadership
This was my attempt to make peace with the “part” of me that had an unfortunate history of sabotaging my relationships with authority figures.
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Poem: Train vs Wreck
For if we shirk the pain of The cross which we must bear We place it upon others And our relations tear
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Diarogue Finale 7/7: Wisdom, Rogue
Before they can embrace, the younger one trips and falls. She lies prone, shaking and pounding the ground in her grief.
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Diarogue 6/7: Carnus, War
[Warning: contains explicit language] A big black man in the prime of life enters the stage. Bulging muscles peer out from under the rags he wears. He is carrying a wooden cross. He is royally pissed.
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Diarogue 5/7: Seer, Wisdom
Seer: But what good hath I done? Hast I not wasteth my life, if all I do is see and not act? Thena: Seer, you surprise me! Do you truly not see the great power of seeing?
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Poem: Abound Different
Those who spread love that is “hesed” Are the only ones He will count “blessed”
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