Friday, August 21, 2015

Neighbor.

I have been broken down 
Been beat to the ground
Nothing left to see of me
But my shame and despair

Yet you pass me so quickly 
Never glancing to see me
To be of any help to me
You who called me  friend

I have been left bruised
Lay wounded on the dirt floor
All has been taken from me
But my sorrow and pain

Yet you pass me so swiftly
To busy to notice my plea
Or have your turned from me?
You who called me  brother

I am left to be be undone
No one to see my calamity
Heart and soul betrays you
Too busy with your religiosity

Yet a stranger passed by me 
Noticed me lowly and wounded
In mercy he looked to help me
I had called him my enemy.

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God gives us mercy.









Friday, July 31, 2015

The Convenience of Cecil the Cat

"It is a growing trend of internet mob justice, one that often bleeds into real-world harassment with real-world consequences." (Article here: http://www.vox.com/2015/7/30/9074865/cecil-lion-palmer-mob-justice)

'Cecil' tells me two things: we love pointing fingers and being quick to cast judgment.  We also love deflecting from our own shortcomings.  Admitting our own faults is either to painful or inconvenient.

It's always been easier to point fingers at others. It is driven by our tendencies to deflect away from our own short comings as individuals, and at times collective shortcomings as a nation or culture.  

We are also quick to react to assumptions, half truths, and flat out lies with no time given to allow truth to come forth or information and facts to be collected.  

Often it is led by alarmist mentalities, the loudest voices (but not the wisest), and built on faulty views of other people (prejudice), and is often driven less than honorable motives (we call them politicians).

We fall for the typical problem of believing the first thing read, or the loudest voice we hear,  all too often becoming too little to late when much of what we first read or heard can often be simply untrue.

An emotionally charged response based on feelings, fed by our own prejudices and assumptions, which is based in little information does not lead to justice but revenge.

These mob mentalities (revenge for a cat) are so minor compared to much greater, a real issues that deserve much more, and necessary attention (Planned Parenthood, anyone?)

The convenience of Cecil is that it is easy to fight this "injustice" because it  allows us to "feel good" by vilifying someone, and yet doesn't force us to justify our own sins committed for the sake of convenience nor does it force us to look on our own individual sins or our cultural soul and wonder what we have become.


Monday, July 27, 2015

Tides Unexpected.

There is a beach near my home that I frequent because it’s relatively unknown to the non-natives.  I probably don’t help the situation as I have often taken friends and family who visit from out of town to this beach for bonfires and good times.  It’s a beautiful setting nestled between two small cliffs with easy access,  a gorgeous view, and free parking.  That’s important.

I recently took a group to visit this beach.  The whole time leading up to going,  I told them how great of a spot this was, how quiet it would be, and how there would be more than enough room to accommodate our group of 40 plus people.  I found out how wrong I was when we arrived.  I’d never seen it this way before, the tide was unexpectedly high, taking out 30 feet beach that was usual there.   The waves were crashing up to edge of the beach, and there was little room on the small crowded patch of sand we were hoping to claim.  I suddenly began defending the situation.  “It’s never like this,”  and “we always have room.”  But we didn’t. 

We would find a small area that we tried to make work so that we could have our bon fire and sing our songs.  To the skim boarders, the situation was perfect, and entertaining.  To the rest of us, we were busy dodging waves and residue washing up onto the beach which was  claiming more and more of it away from us.  At last we realized we had lost the fight to stay, when one set of waves came so high, it washed up over to where we were and took out most of what we had set down, dragging sandals, instruments, and bags back into the ocean.  Thankfully only shoes were lost to the sea.

It made me realize how unprepared I was for the situation, and how much I relied on what I thought I knew.  I had been to this beach many times before, but usually late at night, when the tide was lower.  I had not bothered to look up any information to see if things had shifted. Not unlike my assumptions of what I knew of the beach that day, we often thrive off what we think we know of people and ourselves.  We are caught unprepared for what the high tide reveals to us

 When the local crowd gathered to stone the woman caught in adultery, they were hoping to “trap” Jesus in to saying something that would get him arrested.  Instead he spoke right to the heart of the matter, and they were face to face with their own sin. They were caught.   It says in John 8:9 that “When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one.”  He caught them in their own trap.  He made them realize their own sin was right before them.  They had assumed one thing, but reality brought truth to light.  He uncovered their own sin buried in the sand.

And maybe this isn’t a bad thing.  Perhaps we need Christ to bring ‘unexpected tides’ into our lives to challenge the assumptions and bring truth to light in our own lives, in the places we try to keep hidden. We need these tides to wash up and reveal what we have buried in our hearts, and held on to for so long.  Perhaps his ability to shine light to truth in our lives will help us deal with that we often push back down back into dark parts of our soul.

When we allow God to bring light to dark places in our moments of prayer, in moments we remain in His presence, we risk little in what God may reveal to us and challenge us to change.  It is in the moments we keep hiding, and don’t deal with our sin, that circumstances, in most unexpected ways, reveal darkness in the most humbling ways.  And this of our own accord, for we have worked so hard to bury it deep through our sin and arrogance.

When Jesus found the woman sitting at a well in Samaria, he found someone broken and wounded.  He in no time spoke right to the situation she was in.   But he didn’t condemn her in the moment.   He did bring her sin, her brokenness to light, he put it before her, and then offered her hope.  In John 4:13 says to her “the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”  Eternal life built on the “living water” found in Christ.  Perhaps this ‘living water’ was the high tide needed to disrupt her life and bring her redemption.  Jesus did just that.  Love Eternal broke through her darkest situations and brought life.


Our fear is not in what tides washing up may reveal, instead it is in the grace God offers us in our moment we allow ourselves to be vulnerable before Him.  God convicts us of sin to bring us to redemption.  He sheds light on our circumstances to help us to become who He created us to be.  So we should welcome the tides, be honest with our brokenness, allowing Christ to bring wholeness. We go from unexpected tides, to welcoming them.  In doing so, we become more like Jesus.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Misty Sea

Sleepy dreams along a misty sea
Fragile hearts held at the seams
What did you hope it would be
When the stars still gave us dreams

Down windy roads stretched ahead
That lead us to a work unseen
Of a life imagined in fairy tales
And seen on shows and magazines

The city lights make a bright sky
That light a midnight path this way
To memories that keep us hoping
For what we thought life would bring

The imagination of what could be
At times fall short of our reality
Dreams left to linger on and on
Waiting to be come to life again

In the mundane of our menial tasks
We keep to dreams we long to see
That give us hope for another day
To be where we've never been before

Amos

]Your hearts have grown bitter cold
Like the wind on a winter’s night
Compassion has left you like a thief
And love has been lost to the storms

Woe to you who are complacent
You who hold high to your comforts
Woe to you who feel you are secure
You who have obtained great wealth

Turn our hearts again to You Oh God
May our souls once again be made whole
Weep for sins of our fathers and their fathers
We cry for redemption in You, oh LORD

Woe to you who live in abundance
You feast on food that is not yours
Woe to you who leisure about
You entertain yourselves to no end

Our hearts have turned away from justice
Our ears turn away from the cry of hunger
Our eyes have closed to the oppressed
God cries out for righteousness and mercy

Woe to you who have great position
You use those with no power themselves
Woe to you who have great influence
You grab with a tight fist your high place

To you alone oh God have we sinned against
It is you alone we have turned away from
To our own way, to do as we have pleased
We have sin against you and no other

Let us find righteousness for our offenses
Let us pursue justice for the oppressed
Let us seek mercy for what we have done
Pardon us for our sins against You, God

May we see justice flow like a river,
righteousness like a never-ending stream
Let’s be compelled to love once more
Hearts born again out of holy compassion




Friday, May 8, 2015

Tattered and Worn

Worn down from wear
And torn from its use
It sits on a small shelf
As a reminder to me

That in life's struggles
She turned the thin pages
To affirm her hope and faith
As the days wore down

Words that did speak
Of an everlasting life
To a body broken down
And took toll over time

It's Truth that gave hope
From red letters she read
Looking to another time
That would never end

And her Bible sits tattered
As a reminder to us all
that all we must long for
Is found in this sacred text