possibilities of peetering along the currents of traveling, finding myself groping for hope among concrete trails...i am overwhelmed by the volume of clutter, singing among saints, and bewildered children. musing in tangles of sighs, laughter and embraces that span greetings and good-byes. deciphering all of this along edges of curses and blessings.

Friday, October 21, 2005

discipleship

"We do not need the grace of God to withstand crises—human nature and pride are sufficient for us to face the stress and strain magnificently. But it does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty-four hours of every day as a saint, going through drudgery, and living an ordinary, unnoticed, and ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is ingrained in us that we have to do exceptional things for God—but we do not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things of life, and holy on the ordinary streets, among ordinary people—and this is not learned in five minutes."-Oswald Chambers.

ordinary. the weightless identity. invisible. we cry out for acknowledgement. belonging. yet, we think that all this noise making. a facade. apart from God. we conterfeit divine work. we utter theology. shallow charity. pocket change of our hearts.

attempting to be Him

God

I am poor at this

in the end, there is this threshold...with the a beautiful image. the open arms of god....desperate for us to escape the futility of self-examination that will lead us....

to a place

that hints us to


hell.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

weathered

"Sin is something I am born with and cannot touch— only God touches sin through redemption." Oswald Chambers


deliverence comes in spots of sighs. i pray for these chains. i say God is has been so long...so long that i struggled with this...may you deliver me? he responds...these chains have been there for a long time...but they are weathered and rusted...my rain of holiness have made these chains so weak...now walk...into peace...for your salvation will bring freedom. i pull away...and the chains become rusted and blow into orange dust. Mercy. Grace. Power. Majest.