Bums on seats in church?
They will come when the Good News
Is strongly proclaimed
Innocent blood cries
Out to a God who seems not
To care. Is He there?
How can we believe
After the Holocaust? That’s
When we must believe
God forbid that I
Am ever right, to the point
That I don’t listen…
What certainty can
Enable a man to saw
Off another’s head?
We try so hard to
Become – something. Better to
Celebrate being?
Do whatever He
Tells you – Mary’s summation
Of discipleship
Self giving love, the
Only investment that will
Bring lasting profit
Life is already
Eternal. No going back
On His sacrifice
Do not mistake a
Sign for the reality
It is pointing to
Like raindrops on the
Glass, if we unite we get
Where we want faster
The racist lives on
The periphery of his
Own humanity
To glimpse my own wounds
In another’s heart is to
Awaken kindness
To despise my own
Wounds in another’s heart is
To engender hate
Why can’t God’s Spirit
Take over my heart? Because
Robots don’t do love
A loving God and
Human suffering? His heart
Suffers so much more
I gaze inwards and
Fear blocks my view. Can I draw
Courage to find You?
There are some people
Who lack critical judgment;
Others suspend it…
Do I take up my
Cross to merely polish it:
All show, no substance?
True peace comes through trust
In God, and the sign that we
Trust is thankfulness
Wisdom: know the next
Thing you must do, and then do
It with all your heart
Meaning. What is that?
Something that defines a life?
Do most people care?
Could I die for Thee,
Who has died for me? I pray
I never find out
Hate is a dead end,
And some folk spend their whole lives
Going down that route
The Enlightenment:
The biggest misnomer in
Human history
If there is no life
After this, there is no point
Loving enemies
Regardless of sin’s
Hold on you, bask in His love,
For He has conquered
On thin ice we tread,
Blithely scheming our futures
As if immortal
We are immortal,
But our choices determine
Our residency
Humanity is
God living dangerously.
He has no regrets
Six months to live, or
Sixty years? All our days are
Numbered, are they not?
In wintertime, when
The trees are bereft of leaves
You can see further
No one is worthy
Of God’s life. It is a gift
Already given
God writes the story
Of your life. And He’s written
On every page
If religion is
People worshipping God, then
Sin is ever there