Theology

Theology

Three apostolic holy men, evangels all, once walked along a road.

They’d traveled far to foreign lands, and now they neared their home.

The one whose name was Law first spoke, to his companions true:

“I’ve often brought men to their knees, I’ve humbled kings and kin;

 I help them find their way along, I show them their great sin”.

The second man whose name was Works, then said to his dear friends:

“I visit men in prisons trapped, I’ve fed the truly poor;

 I shelter sick and needy folks, and fight against death’s door.”

The third great man, whose name was Faith, he was the thoughtful type. He softly said to his dear brothers then, with kind sincerity:

“My friends I am a means, a hope, an usher to a gate: with just a little bit of me, all men may find their way- but yonder stands our Master still, who set us on our way. He came to us before we went, and still pours out today. Look straight upon his radiant face, and know that we are home, for written in his eyes of love, you’ll find the name of ‘Grace’.”

The Adorner

She never waits to give; her energy pours out.

She makes new things of beauty from old things that were without.

She suffers fools not lightly; she touches broken hearts.

She delights in little children; she sees their hidden smarts.

She transforms the dreary dullness to light, in such a happy way.

She gives herself so freely; she rarely turns away.

This girl that I did marry: she does adorn my life.

I give to God all glory, for making her my wife.

Manna of God

Steady dew of heaven, coriander seeds shower lavish love;

new mercies, fresh blessings, daily bread is the manna of God.

Lord, shall I tire of the diet of your grace?

Lord, do not let this abundance be taken without cherish or taste.

Let me not be blind to your gifts to me, and lost to my sins.

Lord give us this bread always, let me not become ingrate and full,

swollen in my pride, keep me unleavened, let me savor each taste.

Lord, I wander. Lord, I become lost, and lose my way in the wild of sin, but

your arm is never too short, it holds daily bread, and it reaches in love.

A Prayer and reflection on Numbers 11

Of Gamecocks and Men

Just as the thought of paranoia is a low state of delusion that all men are bad;

the high and noble thought that all men are good, and that the enemy is abolished, is the mark of the highest delusion. Gethsemane teaches the irony that there can be hate in a kiss, and love in a sword.

There are friends and there are enemies, and any man who would come out to love must be also ready to come out to fight, if only to fight for love. 

A reflection on Luke 14 v. 25-34

Luke 11 v. 14-28