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Dream: Duck Type CastingStandard
If 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.
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Me Encountering Jesus 2023-03-18Standard
I had two contradictory encounters at yesterday’s PAWS for Men Encountering Jesus.
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]
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.
I saw Him absorbing all that sin and shame on the cross.
And I just started laughing and laughing…
2/5 Poetry Slam: Sandal-WorthyStandard
I wanna be worthy
Of strapping your sandal
I no longer care
If the world thinks it scandal
1/30 Limerick: Knew WineStandard
“I will be there when you run out”Continue reading
1/22 Poem: Come See / Come SawStandard
If 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 FridayStandard
Continued from Mrs. Jesus #4/7: Thor’s Hammer Day
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
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12/25 Christmas Poem: Seeking God, TheStandard
We 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-TalkStandard
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!
10/23 Limericks: Adam’s Unnamable FearStandard
When 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 SinStandard
To 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 SinStandard
Some times our pain
Is due to our sin
We hurt ourselves
Or God calls us in
Poetry Slam: Pro-Dem-NationStandard
In a world filled
Could His Bride become
Poem: The Grace ResponseStandard
How we respond
When we feel pain
Tells us what
We hope to gain
Mrs. Jesus #1/7: Blew MondayStandard
1 Corinthians 7:34 and his interests are divided. The unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the work of the Lord, how she can be holy in both body and spirit. But the married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world, how she can please her husband.
The 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 reading
Limerick: Repentance DependenceStandard
In order to become repentant
I must become fully dependent
Of Jesus in me
And not all the things I think He meant!
Law is toxic
Though intended to save
It will ultimately destroy
Poem: Fishy CallingStandard
Tis 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
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 GratefulStandard
We say that God is good
When we dine on comfort food
Much harder to confess
When we feel under duress
Maxistry (vs Ministry)Standard
But so is
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