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Dream: Duck Type Casting
StandardIf it walks like a duck…
I think we are making a children’s TV show.
These kids are in love with an actual duck.
Who doesn’t do much.
Like Phineas & Ferb with Perry.
One of the larger kids dresses up in a giant, non-realistic duck costume.
They go on various misadventures.
This intersects somehow with Amazon Web Services (AWS).
Continue readingMe Encountering Jesus 2023-03-18
StandardI had two contradictory encounters at yesterday’s PAWS for Men Encountering Jesus.
Painfully Happy
During Immanuel Encounter,
I saw Jesus on a cliff overlooking the sea.
His arms were outstretched.
He had a huge grin.
He said, “Come fly with me!”
He had a huge grin on His face.
I heard the words “So Happy” over and over.
And I started sobbing great gut-wrenching sobs.
[on reflection: perhaps “un-wrenching”, like resetting a dislocated shoulder]
Joyfully Broken
The second was when Paul M. prayed for me.
I was describing unforgiveness as a barrier.
When you sin against me, you reveal that you and the world are broken.
Unforgiveness is my refusal to internalize that brokenness.
I saw Jesus sucking out my brokenness.
Leaving wholeness in its place.
Except where my brokenness was holding to that barrier.
Forgiveness is realizing I need to release that barrier.
So Jesus can suck out all my brokenness.
And yours through me.
#EmbraceTheSuck
I saw Him absorbing all that sin and shame on the cross.
And I just started laughing and laughing…
2/5 Poetry Slam: Sandal-Worthy
StandardI wanna be worthy
Of strapping your sandal
I no longer care
If the world thinks it scandal
1/30 Limerick: Knew Wine
Standard“I will be there when you run out”
Continue reading1/22 Poem: Come See / Come Saw
StandardIf we want to dwell in the place
Where we get to bask in God’s grace
Then we must be willing to leave
Our skeptical self-centered sieve
Mrs. Jesus #5/7: Wood Friday
StandardContinued from Mrs. Jesus #4/7: Thor’s Hammer Day
Prologue
Jesus wraps his arms around me and lowers me to the mattress
“I’m scared,” I whisper
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my brow
“Don’t worry. I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me.”
For the comfort of my body
Jesus placed a small cot by the Tree of Life
I gaze up at it as he fastens two roots to the holes in my wrists
My body is not what I’m worried about
The sensation is what I imagine dialysis fees like
Or a blood transfusion
The lifeblood of the tree fills me
As mine pours into it
As my consciously slowly wanders off
The Ex-Wife
Continue reading12/25 Christmas Poem: Seeking God, The
StandardWe serve a God who seeks
Amidst the milds and meeks
Those of a humble heart
Where grace can have its start
11/20 Limericks: Cross-Talk
StandardThe 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!
10/23 Limericks: Adam’s Unnamable Fear
StandardWhen Adam gave each thing its name
Back then he had no word for “shame”
It could not be taught
Til he had been caught
And felt what it feels like to blame
10/8 Limerick: Re-Main-Ing Sin
StandardTo deal with our sin that’s remaining
We must plug the holes that are draining
By facing our shame
Thru power of The Name
‘Til only His Grace is left reigning
Poem: Hand-Some Sin
StandardSome times our pain
Is due to our sin
We hurt ourselves
Or God calls us in
Poetry Slam: Pro-Dem-Nation
StandardIn a world filled
with condemnation
Could His Bride become
a pro-them-nation?
Poem: The Grace Response
StandardHow we respond
When we feel pain
Tells us what
We hope to gain
Mrs. Jesus #1/7: Blew Monday
StandardThe scene is a cozy suburban house from the 1950s. Black and white, like in The Dick van Dyke Show or WandaVision. The door opens.
Jesus: Hi honey, I’m home!
I run into his arms and cling tightly to him.
Continue readingLimerick: Repentance Dependence
StandardIn order to become repentant
I must become fully dependent
On identity
Of Jesus in me
And not all the things I think He meant!
Law Detox
StandardPoem: Fishy Calling
StandardTis a dangerous thing
When our praises we sing
For the role that we play
When we stand up to pray
Tis a good thing to preach
And on Sundays we teach
Don’t you muzzle that ox
He’s worth gold from Fort Knox!
Yet we still must beware
Of putting on airs
When our jobs on the line
Representing divine
Jesus said to not bother
Calling anyone father
Have we screwed up our soul
By playing that role?
Or maybe the curse
Took a turn for the worse
When I paid one to be
The job He gave me
I must be the priest
To reach for the least
I must be the saint
Who goes where God ain’t
The jobs in the church
Are just so much merch
The real game is played
Where souls need be saved
The calling is real
He calls me to heel
And fish where He goes
In a world full of woes
So let’s pay the cost
To be one with the lost
Is it not worth the price
To share footsteps with Christ?
Poem: Uncomfortably Grateful
StandardWe say that God is good
When we dine on comfort food
Much harder to confess
When we feel under duress
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