Awaiting Sunday

Saturday morning, all hope lies dead in a grave,
Tomorrow stands empty, hurt capturing us, enslaves.

Saturday noon, no faith can act, this life to save,
Tomorrow stands empty, fear mounting like waves.

Saturday evening, love alone points beyond the daze,
Tomorrow stands empty, awaiting the life he gave.

Daybreak comes, Jesus chases the sting of death away,
Sunday brims full, as faith, hope and love crown the day.

The Risk of Fear

O Man of flesh and bone, dread and cares,
Where can thy mind flee in despair?
O Lord of hope and life, love and tears,
What perils Thy heart surely bears.
O Demons of terror and night, loss and fears,
With our failing faith in your lair.
O Spirit of fire and wind, mystery so near,
In Thee my anxious soul repairs.

We encounter risks everyday.  Risks such as crossing the street, lighting a stove, traveling by plane, and eating food are just part of life, and thus, we rarely give a second thought to the dangers of these acts.  These risks are routine and even though the possibilities of accidents, explosions, crashes and food poisoning are certainly real, we take these risks without anxiety or dread.  We have to go to work, cook, travel, and eat, so we press on without much thought of the risks involved.  If we did not accept these risks and move on, we would find ourselves in a continual neurotic state, unable to carry out the functions of a normal life.  But there is another kind of risk that frightens us to the core. Continue reading

Memory as Tether

I am making an effort to read Scripture daily so that I might remember. It is so easy to forget the content of faith, commitments I have made, experiences that have shaped me, and the places where hope can be found. It is easy to forget Jesus. Reading Scripture jolts me back to ultimate realities, moves me beyond the numbing effects of daily work and activities, and reconnects me to Jesus.

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