My God, The Gods We Make

We don’t make God our god, rather, we make the ideas of Him our god. We make the things that satisfy: feelings, emotions, beliefs, and our fixes for what is craved. The objects. The physical. The lessons learned. We use the gods to depict God, much like the image of Him we see in Cathedrals. Like the stone figure at our graves… We dig through … Continue reading My God, The Gods We Make

Morning Meditations

In the morning, I usually sit at our kitchen island, on a bar stool. Throughout the island are little remnants of our lives: various papers, pencils and pens, bills, keys, wires for devices, magazines, and this laptop that I use to write. Although we have five here, I find myself alone in this early hour. The kids are asleep, one is away. My wife is … Continue reading Morning Meditations

Awaiting

As a silent observer, I often view my world from the outside. In other words, I take the time to examine myself — the practicalities, emotions, responses, etc. Being in tune with me. This morning, I have been observing a recurring, personal fact. This post may be considered a bit morbid for some, but I tend to write from my heart. I often think about … Continue reading Awaiting

Kill The Messenger

I’m tapping out! You win! Go ahead, freely lie to the world! Carry on with your sin! It’s okay, I guess? No longer a problem here. Just remember who told you when consequence draws near. Tell others they’re safe from the game men have conducted while your life falls to pieces due to fools you’ve entrusted. Do you need security? A safety net? A social … Continue reading Kill The Messenger

I’m Losing Faith…

…no, not in the Lord. I’m losing my faith in men as they drum up continuous discord. They all claim, “absolute truth”. Twisted flesh interpreting Word. “Look at my way — ignore your own, for your way is absurd!!” The temple of stone erected, with label and fable within. No room for arguments of meaning, just ranks and imperious men. They leave a lasting impression … Continue reading I’m Losing Faith…

Humbled By Sight

These hands: They are scarred and stained. They carry a number of memories. They’ve held a number of chains, and keys. They defend. They comfort. These feet: They have walked many miles. They have kicked the habits, the enemies to the curb, and they will walk until they cannot anymore. They are holding. This heart: Stressed, yet staunch. Bleeding. Loving through the hatred. Able, and … Continue reading Humbled By Sight