Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder.
Why people fight.
Why people cry.
Why people lie.
Why people die.

Does this even make sence.  What I see in your heart.  Why do you think you own God.  You throw around request like you throw around your money.  Nit pick and flail in unrighteousness.   You have no claim.  You money is no good here.  Get in line with the rest.  Yes the children are first.  Then that begger you slandard.  I sent him to you and you to him and all I saw was hate.  Despise for human kind.  You don't like what the preacher says.  Maybe its because your soul is offended and knows the cracks in your dignity.  Get in line, yes your in the back. GOD KNOWS YOUR SIN, YOUR FEARS, AND YOUR HEART.  BOW DOWN BEFORE YOUR LORD AND KNOW YOUR PLACE.

People fight.
People cry.
People lie.
People die.

Why does God love us.  He loves our laughter.  He loves our souls.  He loves the good that comes from us.  When we bicker about things that don't matter, like money, power, prestige, and time, God loves us.  He sits back and laughs, saying children worry about the craziest things.  People create problems so they can solve them.  Create issues to give them purpose.  When problems already exist and we all have pupose.  Yes God loves the way you think you have control, the way you prance when you think you got your way.  He may not always like your ways of sin, but he loves you.

I fight.
I cry.
I lie.
I die.

I sit alone.  I always was.  Only you lord are always with me.  Even as the clock ticks and the time rolls.  You are here.  People beat against your love.  Try to spread hate.  You always come through.  People come in your name to destroy your church, but you always shine through.  The darkest human soul can not dim your light.  In fact the more hate that fills the world, the more love I see.  The light of your love feeds me, heals me, and saves me.  I a lowly human beg to be known. Beg to be.  But you know the way and control my time. The seconds tick by.  Sometimes I .... 

The nail

I grab the nail.
The hammer is nearby.
I pick it up.
The weight is suprisingly heavy.
I line up the nail and hit it hard.
It goes the first three inches no problem.
Then I hit a knot.
I hit it harder and harder.
It just won't move.
Everyone is now watching.
I rear back and hit the nail with every thing I have.
It gives and goes in deep.
I should feel a sense of accomplishment,
but there is nothing good about this day.
I completed my task.
I step back and admire my work
as they raise the the man up on a cross.
How could I put so much effort into crucifying my savior.

Where were you!

I went to church

You were not there

You said you would be there

Everyone else was

Your brothers and sisters

Your friends and family

Was it something I did or said

The words are truth and the light of the world

Was it something people did?

The blood covers all sins and gives grace

Was it something the church did?

The body of christ needs all its parts

Even the ones that hurt sometimes

Come home brother!

I know where you are, do you know?

Built on sand

The grass has grown over the spot. Only concrete and wood remain. Looking around at the ocean it looks like nothing ever happen. As I wade through the grass and make it to the slab. Memories flood back to me.

I'm waking up on a Saturday morning. I can hear the ocean. Feel the Gulf breeze blowing in the windows. The sound of Cajun music coming from the kitchen. The smell of Papa deaux and rue cooking. I open my eyes and see Grandma Ruby dancing around the kitchen.

I look around the slab. I see my hand and footprint in the concrete They are so small.

God showed his power in that hurricane that destroyed Ruby's home and my world. God shows his love in the spiritual connection to that place and time.