Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Blame

The Pastor of the local church wakes up early
he has a lot to do today
his agenda is full.

He grabs his loud speaker and heads to the local university
almost forgetting to grab his perfectly
crafted, homemade signs.

They fit nicely in the back of his truck. 

People will see him driving with these signs and think
"Wow.  He must be an important guy.  Just look at him."

He arrives early and sets up camp.
Right in front of the University Center
this will surely catch the eyes of these
lost
hopeless
sinners.

He puts his enthused lips over the loud speaker.

THE OVERBEARING POPULATION WILL SOON RECIEVE GODS DAMNATION.

Students walk by but they don't stop. 
They stare
point
laugh.

Who is he to judge us?  He is not God.  But he continues.  Impowered by the reaction.

THE OVERBEARING POPULATION WILL SOON RECIEVE GODS DAMNATION.
He calls them out.
one
    by
       one.
They don't hear.  They don't care.  Their. Mind. Is. Focused. On. Other. Things. 
But, one thing is for sure.  Christians are crazy.

You see, we have a bad reputation
and its up to us to stop the discrimination.

Yeah, so the overbearing population might recieve God's damnation, but what are we doing to help?
   Will God's chosen people reach out for the lost?  Or will they judge people and lose them on the spot?
       Will God's people lend a helping hand?  Or are we to busy with our Church plans?
             When will we realize that God's grace is not a priviledge, its a blessing in itself...

some of these loud mouth Christians really need to shut their mouths.

Snakes + Socks

When I am the happiest
I transport my  body back to
the old hay bails behind my house.

The old straw cracking and snapping
under my bare inexperienced feet.

Mom tells me to watch for snakes
                                            its not polite to jump on their homes.
Dad tells me to wear socks
                                    you never know what you might step on.

As I climb the tall  tall  towering
hay bails I become something else.

Something powerful with the urge to explore
the unexplored.
master the
unmastered.

I lay across the dry straw.
It smells old - like an old bookstore
or my grandpa's tool shed.

I look up at the clouds forming images
 in my head.

I am nine years young - and i've already conqured the world.