Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Who then, is my enemy?


I simply cannot bring myself to understand this constantly. I catch glimpses of truth yet it flees. Perhaps however, it is I who flees. I run and hide because it is light and I am dark. I so often get frustrated with souls I perceive to be wretched and sunk in a restraining pit. I forget that I have been redeemed of similar straits. I deny the truth that is Christ, that men can be free and can chase perfection in this life and be assured of it in the next. If I but stand for that liberty in Christ. If I but exhibit my redemption I do believe the haze might lift. One might call the lessoning of hell heaven, yet I believe the glimpses of heaven we are exposed to are but drops of water from oceans. My prayer is this, that I may not hate men but sin. That I may attack the enemy and not the hostage. And who are hostages...all men I presume, until they are redeemed.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Please Father, Cut These Chains


my pride chokes me. i welcomed it here. it grips and pulls me and makes me a mockery. what liberty and freedom is there to be found in the mire of pride? what bare evil it is! pollution of the soul...

liberty, humility, freedom...paradox of eternity. In surrender I am redeemed

Saturday, February 10, 2007

The Grandfather Was a Labor Union President


The Myers-Brigg profile said it well. "If there were no INFJ's, Israel would have gone without prophets." At times things stir in my deepest parts. A passionate conviction, a daring vendetta resonates. It was upon me so quickly, had I been given a moment more I would have approached her...and rebuked her. I was standing in the coffee shop line. My friend was working the counter. My friend was tired. The women, who could have been mistaken for a regular church goer, approached to order. She spoke of her custom preference. The barista innocently failed to know. The customer glared...then asked for the barista's name. She had no care to know her.

Had it come to me a second sooner, I would have approached the customer. I would have said, "why do you do that?" "what good can come of it?" "can you not see her honesty? are you so consumed with pride and disregard?"

I would have said it. I could feel the bitterness of it all. I should have spoken truth, instead I spoke nothing at all. She probably is a church goer, she probably cared little for my friend. Like I said, my grandfather was a labor union president.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Plans Rather Unkempt


I am a man like two. My emotion dictates my ever changing whim. But a whim, a pulse within perhaps, whispers softly. But yet it sways. Plans made are no place for faith, for faith must dwell in loftier keeps. Merely a desire, yet wrought in conflict with fate. Faith, hope, love...and then before our eyes the Kingdom emerges. Perhaps I am wrong, or perhaps I follow whims...but I am His.