Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Take Refuge!

Clay fists raised in rage against the Christ,
Cries of the crazed
Clanging chimes of the condemned creatures,
Corralled chaos.

"He who sits in the heavens laughs,
The Lord scoffs at them" (Ps 2:4).

The sleepy flock settles in the green meadow,
By still water,
The Shepherd sings a song of comfort,
Secure shelter.

How blessed are all who take refuge in Him!" (Ps 2:12b)


Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Silver Sabers, Bloody Chaos

Careless words question truth
Like a silver saber
Slashing the absolute
Into bloody chaos.

Preach the truth of Jesus--
Christ crucified, risen.
And on one foundation
Refuse to surrender.

"All Scripture is God-breathed, and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness" (2 Tim 3:16).

"Preach the Word . . . " (2 Tim 4:2)

"For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not with words of human wisdom, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power." (1 Cor 1:17)

"My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive power, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power" (1 Cor 2:3-5).

"May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world" (Gal 6:14).

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Self Portrait

The Artist sits before the canvas,
drawing lines and
brushing colors
over textured surface,
creating from beauty and desire
a portrait of His own eternal love.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Soulless Searching

Holy Father,
Words can mimic and mock, but your Word hushes the noise of empty chatter and needless clatter. Your Word is meant to be read, spoken and heard. It is as unfailing and unchanging as You are. If we dont' stand firmly in Your Son and on the foundation of Your promises and prophecy, then we won't stand at all.

Forgive us, Father, for the frivolous frailty of soulless searching when the depths of Your grace and love call us to bend and bow at the footstool of Your Son's throne. In Christ.

An Empty Tomb

Smooth stone, undefiled, effervescent, cold rock awaiting . . .
God's touch

An awakening
Eyes open
Flesh tingling
Rising up and
Walking away.

Angelic hovering
Over empty space
Hushed birds watching
A seeking heart
A searching gaze.

He lives.
He is risen.
He knows.

Drawing near
Can she hear?
Does she know?

An empty tomb
Heavy heart
Fervent search
Tear-stained cheeks
Friendless fear . . .

Where? Why? When? How?

Waiting, listening . . .

"He who testifies to these things says, 'Surely I am coming soon.' Amen.
Come, Lord Jesus!" (Rev 22:20)

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen" (Heb 11:1).

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The Garden of His Delight

His Vineyard
The Garden of His Delight
The Work of His Hands
The King's hand prepares the soil...
tilling, toiling
sifting, shoveling...
Until the mixture becomes His
Garden of Delight
The Work of His Hands.
A Garden of Delgiht...
Yearning for the seed
Planted in sunlight
Pressing upwards towards the skies
Pushing through a haze of darkness...
Until the Hand that plants
becomes the Hand that holds.

You Know

You know the love....

that lifts up and lays down

that climbs high and bends low

that answers why and asks when

that draws eyes and closes lids

that wonders much and wins the heart

of the One who loves
and the One who knows.

May our love and life never become tepid to His touch.