Psalm 102
We may clot our ears with waxy blots of fear to screen out needs that scream. But God is a sympathetic refugee. http://ref.ly/Ps102;niv2011
Hate seems a searing, smoldering thing - an undying death of bearing and shouldering up. It's a puff of powder, a strobe of night, when snuffed by eternal delight in Almighty Love. If we only didn't have to travel through the unraveling of time to get there.
Psalm 96
Do I long for justice? Or do I crave a strong sense of favoritism, special consideration, and mercy. http://ref.ly/Ps96;niv2011
What would I pack, if I only had moments? Each instant a panoply of choices, laboring through nightmarish voices and priority schemes, could I arrive at what I need? Yes. Them. But, God, would I even remember to take water for my toddler? What comforts would I forsake for my son? What curses would I utter in those desperate, teflon seconds as the mystery of every unforeseen heartbreak pressed in at the speed of terminal velocity? Less time than I have to read this: Run!
Psalm 89
Faux republics go awry. Democratic misfits try to assure. But I have a King: pure and free of counterfeit. http://ref.ly/Ps89;niv2011
Saving Face
A tiny twist to preserve. a little lime? a shiv? What's the spin, and why, if we can explore, such a premium on truth when those dues, if applied equally, would wring us dry?
Living Things
Yes. There's flowing water and bacteria on Mars and glowing turtles in the sunless deep. In all our death-peddling and meddling with cheap labor, do we give two straws for living things?
Liberty Feels The Bern
Faith doesn't teach a Robin Hood gospel. Faith teaches kings to see the poor and powerless and give from rich hearts.
What Does It Mean to Be Human?
You found some bones in a cave, and I'm proud of you. Let me ask: Is it a graveyard or a crime scene? While we dally over links to the past, we evict the present as jetsam. What if we dare to bestow the title human on these barely human creatures but in accepting the notion refuse to grace millions with the same dignity - who deserve it by right, whether evolutionary or not. My pride has its limits.
Denials
If I punish you, withholding your banner of joy, and use power to humiliate - I represent a Jesus who never existed, a Jesus who asked you to pay for your own sins.