Finally Human Thoughts on being a person

5Apr/100

After Easter

Crying Eggs
Tears and treats
Sorrow and sweets

What a messed up story,
This spring festival
This remembracne of battle fought
And  victory won
This Hallmark Holiday,
marketing campaign and sales booster

Lord, Lord,
Awaken our hearts and ignite our spirits
That we would put to death all these
worthless things,
And see your everlasting glory
Displayed on a bloodied cross

You who scorned glitz
And shamed glam
You who embraced sorrow
And saved the human race

Amen

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28Feb/100

This Same Jesus

I found this poem in an old book, The kind that feel good to touch, and smell of old.

Today on the road I met Him:
The very same Jesus who trod
The old, old lanes and highways
On His beautiful errands for God

I was troubled and heart-sick and weary
With a load too heavy to bear;
I cried aloud in my weakness
And suddenly He was there,

His gentle hand on my shoulder
Was lifting the burden from me,
And He dried mt tears, and I knew Him,
It was Jesus of Galilee:

No different at all from the Master
On the Jericho road that day;
No different at all from the Saviour
Along the Samaria way,

And I am so glad that I met Him!
I knelt and called out his name,
And I am so grateful I found Him
Unchanged and forever the same

G.N. Crowell, Songs of Hope, 1938

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23Jan/104

Here I pitch my tent

Today, at college, we spent the day in quiet reflection. We were asked to reflect on what we wanted to 'build' for God this semester, and then make it out of clay.

I'm not the best clay sculptor, and so I made a simple teepee. It wasn't very good and it fell flat a few times, but you know? I kind of liked it. It reminded me that I'm not really the best person in the world.

Here's a poem I wrote:

Here I pitch my tent
It's not very good
Strength is not it's pride
Not many will find it comfortable

Yet here I pitch my tent
And if 'here' should fail
And my tent comes down
Why be concerned? It's just a tent

Here I pitch my tent
Exposed
Open
For all to see

Here I pitch my tent
Pitch yours with me

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I am Finally Human

Here I like to write things that are real for me. Things which hurt and heal, things of joy and sorrow and heaven and hell.

Here I write the stuff of faith which is painful and hard. I write about the nagging doubt in my heart and the glimmer of hope in the corner of my mind.

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