The razor sharp edge of the sword of humor
thrust deep from within the cloak of politics
reaches not the ones on whom the jokes are targeted
but displays to our friends our elevated intelligence.

How strategic we are to follow up those daggers
with posts of Scripture and of Sovereign God
on how great and mighty and superior is our land
and displaying to our friends our elevated spirituality.

And yet I recall those times of worship in a foreign land
as an American minority surrounded by multiple cultures
and many languages all in unity praying to the One true God
for healing and holiness and power from on high to descend.

Humility held true worshipers in a position of kneeling
or sometimes lying prostrate with hands upturned
and raised while each heart was cleansed and filled
until with one voice all sang in praise to the King of Kings.

Vastly different one from another are we individuals formed
and created by the Lord Above All yet in common we have
each of us this thing called pride and the drive to be
seen and accepted as something greater than reality.

The Crosshairs of Love

Vertical love is easy to do.
For in and of itself,
that is how Love began.

It descended from the Heavens to the earth.
For such ones as you and me,
Adam and Eve came to be.

You see, vertical love is from God to man.
Though in delayed obedience we strive,
all in all in HIS love we will thrive.

HE ushers in hope, goodness and trust.
Some days we bow in holy worship,
and yet we rise empowered and inspired.

Horizontal love is where we falter.
For in and of itself,
that is how Love’s story unfolds.

You see, horizontal love is from us to one another.
Though we long to belong and to be known,
we often perish from wounds and neglect.

We promise what we cannot provide.
Unconditionally with rules and regulations,
we control and we contrive.

But can’t you see, nearsighted are we?
Do we not live within the crosshairs of Love?
Heaven’s or earth’s, upwardly traveling or sideways we stumble?

At the End of Hope

At the end of hope
when at the foot of the cross
knees were bowed and
dreams were shattered
grace flowed.

At the end of hope
when at the empty tomb
hearts were bereft and
understanding was muddled
grace arose.

At the end of hope
when death claims the innocent
while evil kills and destroys
and sows seeds of living anger
grace abides.

At the end of hope
when fools reign in defiance
while ignorance abandons
all that is holy and right
grace protects.

At the end of hope
when there is no reason to live
as life multiplies in pain and despair
and the future forecasts even more
grace beckons.

At the end of hope
when HIS praises and songs we sing
as weak and broken we humbly fall
and cling to HIS promises and strength
grace endures.

Grace makes a way
to live one more moment and for
one more day though it may be through
the darkest of nights simply because
with grace, there is no end of hope.