Rejoice first. Give better.
Stress is a choice that we make
Of trashy demands that we take
Is how you think of me
Status becomes thirst I can’t slake
This world has its ups and its downs
Sometimes it’s more crosses than crowns
But if we can dance
To God’s great romance
Our worst days still feel like playgrounds
The truth that we must learn to feel
Is just how deeply Christ is real
This world with its pleasures and pain
Loves to impose on our brain
Illusions of solidity
That overwhelm eternity
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
The goal of God’s deliverance
Is not just a lifelong romance
As we gain His heart
We take on His part
In bringing others to the dance
The purpose is pleasure is “good”
To help us to learn what we should
But by that same token a trap
Distracting us into mishap
Jesus calls us onto His trial trail
To grow a faith that will not fail
For when we are tested
Our weakness is bested
By joy from the sorrow of His grail
We’d much rather they’d bought the farm
(those Others who do to us harm)
Or at least find a way
To do as we say
Lest they be led off by gendarme!
Inverting “alarm” gives us “larm”
Good news that acts like a charm
If even a cross
Brings more gain that loss
Then earth’s worst pain cannot us harm!
If we truly knew we were Fathered
Our hearts would never be bothered
For it was His choice
That gave us a voice
To re-joice the life He has authored!
The question I’m longing to say:
Will joy be my portion today?
But backwards I got
When forming that thought;
“Will joy!” — is my call to obey.
Concluding the story from Sex 206. Loving Father
I am trapped in the Bar of Hell.
Watching my Father guzzle
All the shame, suffering and sin
Of the whole world
With such agonizing joy
That my soul yearns
To join Him
I grab my tiny Cup, full of ruby liquid, and slam it down my throat.
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion.
All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach.
This… is the reverse.Continue reading
We say that God is good
When we dine on comfort food
Much harder to confess
When we feel under duress
We say we want a Sign
Or is it to define
That we can be our Self
And leave God on the shelf?
Episode #7 of The Rogue Dialogues: Inner Healing for Leadership
Concluding Carnus, War
The scene is a wide-open grassy field.
Two women enter from opposite sides, running towards each other.
One is older than the hills, but still a picture of perfect health.
The other is younger, having just now reached her full maturity.
Before they can embrace, the younger one trips and falls.
She lies prone, shaking and pounding the ground in her grief.
Update: Through a series of miracles, I am starting my dream job on July 25th as Director of Product at Quilt Data, after less than four weeks unemployed. Thanks for your prayers!
Yesterday I was laid off from the startup I’ve worked at for the last six years.
I am incredibly privileged to be a highly-educated tech worker in a growing industry, from a (formerly) two-income family. But it still hurts. Especially since we haven’t really recovered (financially or emotionally) from my prior layoff.
Which is why this post today from my friends at Pure Glory really spoke to me. Rather than reacting out of fear and dread, I choose to believe God is using this crisis to confront the doubt, deceptions, and division that have stolen my joy and crippled my impact.
Because the only thing truly standing in the way of my destiny is my own sin. So I rejoice that God is using these challenging circumstances to bless, purify and heal me in ways I could never imagine.
No matter how much it hurts.
by Apostle Gabriel Cross God is going deep to heal each one of us. God is dealing with the deep things in your spirit, the hidden things in your …The Healing Hand Of The Lord
The kind of relationships
We all savor
Are those that make us
Full of Favor
To know that those
Whom we esteem
Rejoice to see us
Is like a dream
Alas! The mirror
Of that gift
Is mortal terror
Of a rift