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.