The Ultimatum


You can have our money.
You can have our games.  You can have our accolades. 
We’ll even give you fame.

Just leave Jesus in the church where we can conveniently ignore him. 

If you refuse we will conveniently ignore you.

(I don’t know if my words today are provoked because of sadness, frustration, or indignance.  My heart sees a potential.  But my eyes only see lukewarm. 

The pathetic thing is, these words I’ve written will stay right where they are.  “. . . when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?“)

Trouble?


The Christian can get in trouble for saying certain things.  Frankly the Christian is in trouble all the time.

But what does that matter to me?  If they find me sitting in a pile of poop, they’re not likely to pick me up and put me in a pile of poop.  I’ve been in trouble since the day I was born.

I take a certain comfort in that.

America the Beautiful


America is such an interesting case study for Human Nature.  Freedom is flaunted as the most desirable thing.  But what do they do with their freedom?  They sell it to the highest bidder.

In my lifetime, I have seen America exemplify the reality of human nature, sin.  The pendulum of Freedom swings wildly between love and hatred.  Right now they are thinking of the definition of love.

I have seen America hand the fabric of their freedom over to social etiquette.  America will do whatever Society demands.  Regardless the cost, regardless collateral damage.

Right now it’s popular to love.  So America is all about equality and love.  But I have seen America hate for the same reason.

This is a very unpopular message.  But you should know, the pendulum will swing again.  Remember the British, the Indians, the Chinese, the Blacks, the Japanese, it’s own soldiers, the Hispanics, and the list keeps going on. 

Who’s next?  It seems like America is willing to love, but it also needs someone to hate.  Evidently this is what free people do.  But I refuse to believe that this is what godly people do.

Desire For Inclusion


If I wrote worthless words

Of shadowed dreams and hopes,

Surely the entire world

Would flock wildly to my door.

If I were a righteous man,

Even as they say- “Is the Pope”.

Surely His people would beg me for more.

But fool that I am I double it down,

I speak a word of heresy among a people who drown;

Hated for who I am,

Despised, ignored to shadows,

Missing that “glorious” gown.

No lovely poetry escapes my lips. 

You want to know the reason why?

Because so very few even try,

So many live as sailless ships;

Like I:

Preferring the darkness of Lies.

If I Could Tell the Truth


If I could tell the truth, people just might see who I really am, not who I have to be.
I get so darn tired of playing by the rules.
Afraid of what I’d lose, if I could tell the truth.

Nobody wants to listen when it comes down to this.
We’d rather take the truth and twist it, than to tell it like it is.
I don’t know how we got here, there’s really no excuse.
I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

If I could tell the truth, girl, we’d end up in a fight.
And I would still be wrong, and you would still be right.
We could stay right here another year or two.
But I’m already gone, if I could tell the truth.

Nobody wants to listen when it comes down to this.
We’d rather take the truth and twist it, than to tell it like it is.
I don’t know how we got here, there’s really no excuse.
I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

Election


If Jesus were to have come to America 2 years ago to run for president what do you think would happen?