Home is where you hang your head

Luke 15:17-24 (Prodigal Son)

Humbly I come down the road,
And I see him approaching fast.
Running as fast as he can,
Boy, he's gonna kick my sorry ass.

Can't blame him a bit,
I lost it all including a piece of my soul.
I promise to pay it all back,
Yeah, the years in the world will exact its toll.

Did I hear him say, "Son"?
I start my speech but he tells me to stop.
In his headlock, I taste his tears,
but I also can smell that pig slop.

I can't hear what he's yelling to the help,
probably, "Start digging my grave."
He's dragging me toward the house,
As I tell him I'll be his slave.

"Stop this nonsense," he said,
"You're my boy and always will be.
We're gonna clean you up,
butcher the fatted calf
into some fine ground round.
And will someone fetch big boy
and tell him the piece of my heart
that was lost
has now been found."

I'll leave the light on for you

You should be known for the beauty that comes from within,
the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
which is so precious to God. (1 Peter 3:4)

Of all the places He could go,
Jungles oh so dense,
Or galaxies yet unnamed,
Even check out Vegas.
Yeah, God lives in heaven,
but vacations in my soul.

Of all the things He could do,
Surf the ocean on the leviathan's back,
Workout the pale horse in thirty-five and breezing,
Whisper "I bless you," after someone finishes sneezing.
Yeah, God lives in heaven,
but vacations in my soul.

What a mess You left behind!

(The last week of the Christ)

God so loved the world

that He gave

His one and only Son

that whoever believes in him

shall not perish

but have eternal life. John 3:16

What a mess You left behind!

A dead fig tree.
Pissed off merchants.

A criminal was set free.

Ripped the Temple curtain from top to bottom.

A suicide.

The man with the keys to the Kingdom went fishing.

Your body was not prepared for burial.

We hastily placed You in a tomb,

with a promise to fix it up first thing Sunday.

And when I return

What do I find -

The rock is knocked over.

Jesus, what a mess You left behind!

　

Winter Baptism Haiku

Winter Baptism Haiku

Under the water

and out of the gusting wind

God, this is freedom.

http://www.icp.org/museum/exhibitions/take-me-to-the-water



Holy

Accept Me.
Love Me.
Let Me
work
in your
life.


Accept them.
Love them.
Let Me
(through you)
work
in their
lives.

Talk to Me.
Be honest.
Let Me
hear
your heart.

Talk to them.
Be honest.
Listen
to
their hearts.

Do these things
for
I AM
holy.
And
please believe it
My precious one -
you are too.

Amen.

Follow Me

Follow Me

with your cross.

And I don’t understand why,

but you can hang your baggage

from it

if you want.

Follow Me

with your empty purse.

And

No, I won’t sign

a waiver of liability.

Follow Me

and you can fish for people.

“So, we’re angling for souls.”

Oh, you’re so funny.

Follow Me

after you sell everything you have

and

pay off your credit cards.

Follow Me.

You hear

and recognize My voice.

No, friending Me on Facebook

Ain’t gonna cut it.

Follow Me.

I don't apologize

that

I love you.

I am sorry,

That's the way I am.

Follow Me.

And until you do,

there is no

Amen.

The Right Stuff

A meditation on Matthew 7:7-8


7 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

Seek the right stuff,
I AM your map.

Ask for the right stuff,
I AM your man.

And if I,
the Easter One,
requests your presence,
(with all your stuff.)
Don’t knock.
I AM home.
Come on in.

Amen.