Your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
-Colossians 3:3
I have a friend who is a major St. Louis Cardinals fan. When I say “fan,” keep in mind that it is shortened for “fanatic,” as in whoa, that dude is a fanatic or have you ever met someone as fanatical as he? That’s the level of [...]
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Something Bigger
Posted in Fellowship, Identity, Jesus, Poetry, Scripture, tagged Baseball, Colossians 3:3, Pablo Neruda, St. Louis Cardinals on September 11, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Waiter and the Wanter
Posted in Expression, Longing, Poetry on July 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Tonight I wait, like a silent, ghostly stalker,
for the presence I have known before.
He comes.
I am quiet and eager, hoping.
My eyes are wide, ears alert and attuned.
My soul is aroused
here in the darkness where I wait.
I wait like a Savannah killer waits for his prey,
ready to pounce and shred and tear
with all claws and teeth.
Steely, [...]
Batter My Heart
Posted in Poetry, Prayer, Salvation, tagged John Donne on April 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
by John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
(read the rest here)
Will the Real Men Please Stand Up
Posted in Identity, Jesus, Poetry, Restoration, tagged Initiation, Masculinity on April 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Will the Real Men Please Stand Up
A free verse reflection on Christian manhood by Keith Drury
I am a man.
At least I want to be.
I am male,
for sure.
But am I a man?
What makes a male a man?
What turns a boy into a man?
I need models.
Please show yourself, men.
So I can see you.
Study your ways.
Admire you.
Imitate you.
Will [...]
In the twilight on the path,
“the Way,” walking a balance, a tip-toe
between life and death,
at last something has caught
my eye and breath
and like a breeze in a ship’s mast
compells me toward the deep,
this endless sea of hope before me.
What is this unsatisfied and painful need
aching and oozing like a thorn-sore
for the Guide to come again [...]
The Silence and the Fury
Posted in Poetry, tagged Silence on November 15, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Silence.
It falls quickly, quietly,
an elusive prey
in a culture priding itself
on do-this-get-that-turn-this-on-
noise,
the buzzing and whirling and whining
that is antithematic with
the chriping and blowing and splashing
movement of the wild outside –
or maybe antitheological,
this noise.
Silence
is a harder music to grasp,
and in the grasping
we lose the melody.
Maybe rather it is a predator
and we the prey,
and it grabs a hold [...]
Large With Strength
Posted in Discipleship, Holiness, Poetry, tagged George MacDonald, The Sacred Romance on November 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
When I called, you answered me; you made me bold with strength in my soul.
-Psalm 138:3, NASB.
I opened the Scriptures this morning to this verse. Immediately I felt drawn — no, not drawn — pierced by something in it. What is it, exactly, that has speared me? Something about strength in the soul. Something about [...]



