Why should non-believers have all the fun? If our belief in Jesus is correct, are we not the only ones that have a real reason to celebrate? Shout for joy! Sing a new Song! Act as though we believe the things we preach!
Humanity gets buried beneath the dust on a page.
Those that care to dig, find bones, artifacts – fragments
Fragments of an ancient way of life – distant – sterile – lifeless
We put together pieces of the past from the musky smell of old paper
Biblical Hebrew as our pic axe – the new covenant as our light
We present our findings with confidence
that the weight of our education will hold the fragments in place
At best, we present a skeleton of a distant people
To an audience of flesh and blood.
An audience preoccupied with burdens of life
Issues of infidelity – of insecurity – of jealousy – of poverty
Sickness that seems unjust – hard times that seem unfair
Betrayals that torment – sleepless nights – guilt
Passionate sins that stir the heart – lies and secrets
Intoxicating substances – decisions that change everything
The audience is preoccupied with humanity
The very same humanity – still buried beneath the dust on a page
Elimelek is feeling desperate Jerusalem, Judah I cannot stay in this land any longer. God’s provision has failed to come, so I will leave the land of Judah and find work in Moab. I cannot allow my family to suffer this famine anymore. Keep my wife, Naomi, and my two boys, Mahlon and Kilion, in […]
Today is Tomorrow's Yesterday The Concept of Passing Time.
You look back on what you're about to do And you wonder about your mind.
Time runs out on everyone But your Time's not over yet.
You look Deeper and Deeper into Tomorrow At all that you will Regret.
A Beast - is born And wanders from his home Eyes not yet open for him to see Scared - and alone In the darkness he roams Looking for the one that he needs He knows something is wrong Feels he does not belong To the cold, dark world he's living in Danger is all around He learns to work the ground Growing bitter as his heart hardens Shelter - he seeks From the harsh reality To replace the home he has lost Still he feels the pain Anger, tears and shame Burdens that bring a heavy cost He knows something is wrong For in his heart he longs For peace that cannot be found He needs to feel love And the world is not enough Anguished by the curs-ed ground A child - is born Sent to bring him home His eyes now open for him to see Still scared - not alone He knows that he belongs The beast I speak of is me A beast - is born And wanders from his home The beast of humanity
(written by an agnostic 21 year-old version of myself, last verse added by myself today, a 37 year-old Christian)
Demons in My Head (2001/2017)
Will I win This game of life I’m in If I win will I rise Up to heaven’s sky Or will I lose For the sinful path I choose For the lust and desire Will I burn in the fire Life has no meaning I suppose Or no meaning that I know In my heart the cold wind blows As I walk through the Valley filled with dread In the shadows of the dead I’m fighting the demons in my head Fighting the demons in my head Is it real The pain that I feel Do we live and die in vain Or am I just insane Will they cry When they look into my eyes When they see their fallen son And What I have become Life has no meaning I suppose Or no meaning that I know In my heart the cold wind blows As I walk through the Valley filled with dread In the shadows of the dead I’m fighting the demons in my head Fighting the demons in my head Will the ground Begin to shake all around Or will It all fade away Heaven bless this sacred day Life has no meaning I suppose But no meaning that I know In my heart the cold wind blows As I walk through the Valley filled with dread In the shadows of the dead I’m fighting the demons in my head Fighting the demons in my head I will not win Its not a game that we’re in Evidence of the fall Has cursed us one and all Life has a meaning now I know For the lost sheep of the fowl His precious blood did flow When I walk through the Valley of the dead In the shadows with no dread For I believe in all he said. Conquered the demons in my head
Restore the Wi-Fi, oh Lord
Let the router provide optimal speeds
I have been cut off from your people
My phone and my laptop fail me
There are no Words With Friends
Facebook has been hidden from me
I cannot connect with those around me
They accuse me of ignoring messages
They write slanderous things on my wall
My twitter name will be no more
You have allowed this, my Lord.
Forcing me to rely of public Wi-Fi
Or worse, face to face communication
Have I been deleted from your list of friends?
I trust you, for I know how great you are.
In the days of old, of dial-up modems
You brought all of America online
Through you, bandwidth has multiplied
Why do the wicked connect to Netflix
While I watch network TV?
By your mighty hand, make
the U-Verse tremble before you.
Restore my connection, oh Lord.
And I will tweet your praises.
The world will share and know you are Good
I will make a joyful meme.
I post your praises forever.