This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing, plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken. Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine. To share your bed. To paint your walls. To touch your skin. To crack your shell. To steal your eyes. And return them open. To invade your prayers. To increase your song. To expose you to my madness and promise. To pour oil and wine on your wounds. To fail in all the above endeavors. Now it’s your turn.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
A Place of Love
Why are we so concerned with how and who we love?
I’m more concerned with how and who we hate.
I know, I know, it runs contrary to the
Will of God – As if any of us can really know that.
I know, I know, if it was 500 years earlier,
I’d be branded a heretic and made to suffer
The consequences – which wouldn’t be pretty.
Well I may not know the will of God,
But I know what Jesus said – “Love thy neighbor”
And who is my neighbor? You are.
So when you see me beaten and bleeding for my
Heretical thoughts – Pour wine and oil on my wounds.
And take me to a place of love.
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