An Ode To Love

How often do I glimpse you in the countenance of friends!   Your smile warms my blood  and keeps me human.  Your eyes spark in my imagination the lights of terribly beautiful truths.   Who am I that you should love me, or that I am born to love  without a whole heart, born to fly without wings, born to run without legs? Oh, Dearest!  That any number of cripples should fall across each others’ path and call it love is evidence enough of your transcendent and eternal quality!      

If Jesus Ran Sunday School

If Jesus ran Sunday school, he would teach children about the parables.  Perhaps he would just play with them and show them how much he loved them.  He would not attempt to explain Christian theology. Theology would come out of an understanding of the connections between parables and experience, between God's character and our character. If you do not want to relearn Truth as an adult, learn to recognize it as a child.  May our convictions simply become a connecting of the dots, a deepening of understanding, a path we continue to follow and discover because we recognize it as the true path, having never believed it was so because we had been simply told and persuaded.

Oh, Forgetful Me

i won't forget, i say, it's true
that often more than not i do
those names of friends and strangers both,
birthdays, meetings, and of course...
but here, a vow of solemn oath:
that what i can remember true,
i will remind myself of you,
so when the mind flops off to bed,
my heart can recognize instead.