Why are some inhuman? Why do some toy with the emotions by tearing away at the most vulnerable parts of others? Why do the Christians use the wrath of Old to portray the New of Jesus, as if He is some sort of bipolar lunatic? Why do they hate, with love? Why do they fervently read His Word, while never understanding His Word? Do they … Continue reading Rhetoricals
Are you proud? Does the way that you talk — with important information — portray an ego that forces others to avoid you? Do you even notice? How often do you stop to think about just how ridiculous you may look to others, even though you are, well to do. Even though you are, wiser than he. Even though you are, the good teacher. How … Continue reading They Wonder. Do You?
Reality is what we say it is, yet, we never really know. Flecks, upon flecks upon flecks… Doing the guesswork. The smallest fleck: Some flesh, a few bones, lots of water, and a brain that keeps it all, “real”. What do we have to say? Forcing a wind from our internal, voicing our realities through a hole in our face. Using symbols in a … Continue reading Affirmation
Writing about what is real is often accompanied by the ruffling of feathers. People seem to want validation, acknowledgement, agreements and a “like”: the newer form of appreciation we find. The great thing called social media — impersonal and unclear, many times — is the hip way of the world. We don’t have to sit with anyone and converse… Just give it a like!! Anyway, … Continue reading What??
What makes us who we are? Is it the outward appearance? Is it the display for the rest — varying in ways that are specifically crafted for each one we meet? Is it the talk and the walk — the good show we can knock out of the park? Is it the experience? The knocks? The comforts of love found within the moments of … Continue reading I Sometimes Wonder…
All the sinning saints run with their rants of righteousness deep into the places where they can become perfect. Hiding behind a word of Scripture. Ducking beneath and raising up the things that portray their, “good”. They wear their masks. What is beautiful to them is the need to see themselves as everything that they personally hate about themselves. False realities. A God that is … Continue reading So Godly, I Am