declensions May 26, 2006
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these young lives which harbor a beige sort of shallow cynicism will be gathering this weekend. trendering all their unmanaged insecurities into a bellow of god-talk, cafeteria faith, riddled with saturated spiritual fat. i love them for that. their realness in the face of such counterfeit church culture. they cross thresholds with me and others. denying everything and accept the very thing that eludes them in the city….the simple yet undeniable presence of god. i will be among prophetic voices whose creative musings will re-center me despite its temporary revival, there will be saints whose ill-formed words of dawning prayers will usher an invitation of the dearly beloved to approach that throne of grace. there will be those who will lust for one another's bodies, eyes following shapes that linger for storing fantasies, clinging to the faint prospect of consummation, shedding of garments of religion passed on from generations of adulterous pilgrims, arriving with tatters of unbelief, preaching that falls on horizontal ears, it all seems so messy and ugly…it looks so "unsaved." (more…)
distance friend May 26, 2006
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there are days, when i arise and contemplate the distinct color of my faith. on days when i am connected with god, i feel like orange, a sun orange, blazing with a passion that requires acknowledgement, attention and a degree of welcoming. when i am distant, i feel like the color of a dirty chalkboard, with remnants from past theological musings that are covered in swipes of doubt and distracting pornographic delusions, then there are days when i am yearning but distant and that is the color of raw meat, with its radiant blood pulsing red, stringed with pinkish tendons and lardish white…awaiting the broil conversion of faith…when i am deeply in meditative i am the color of night fog that requires a protective squint to see and to wait till the fog passes for arrival….this alerts me to the quantitative sounds of that whisper. when i am resting in grace, that is when there is the myriad of all these colors converge into a mosaic that is my faith…it is authentic and requires all these colors to depict who I am. a work of colors of which shades evades the containment of just….
one….
color…
it is incomplete but pregnant with beauty
