Kindness, Not Controversy

Cease to do evil
learn to do good
seek justice
correct oppression.
Isaiah 1:16-17

The world is filled with so much hate,
anger is not what makes us great.
We rant and rave, we disagree,
forgetting God who sets us free.
We look for ways to criticize,
echo chambers providing lies.
The New York Times or news from Fox,
we all live in a slanted box.
Closing our mouths, opening ears,
a great idea unrealized here.
But there is too much damnable pride,
hubris abounds, humility’s died.
God hides His eyes from those who oppress,
religious words fail to impress.
Cease to do evil, learn to do right,
seek after justice, for people denied.
Here’s an idea: get off your phone,
battling strangers in angry tones
will never amount to culture’s improvement
it only divides with negative movement.
Look to your neighbor, say “tell me your story,”
seek understanding, all for God’s glory.
You may disagree, you might even be right;
but harming another, is not worth the fight.
Also consider, you could be wrong;
your skewed perspective, false all along.
God honors those who live with mercy,
pursue kindness and love, not controversy.

Frosty September

Pale canvas sky
I wonder why
I then remember.
Morning’s greeting
Colors meeting
Frosty September.

Spirit prepared
With holy care
To show masterpiece.
God paints the sun
I’m left undone
Will beauty ever cease?

No. It will shine
Glory divine
The radiance of Christ.
Creation’s poem
Life of shalom
Not decay, but life.

Empowering Grace

I try so hard
To follow God
Hoping He’ll approve;
I fail and fail
Day after day
Condemned by this proof.

“You are welcome.
You are my child.”
Jesus says to me.
“You belong
No matter what.
I’m your identity.

I choose to live
For God above
Not to gain His praise,
I serve Him well
As oft I can
Because He’s given me grace.

A Virtuous Trio

We look for beauty
on a five inch screen,
surfing the web
for the next cool scene.

But if we open our eyes
and look all around,
in creational beauty
God’s glory abounds.

We search for truth
on Wikipedia’s pages,
trusting what’s current
not the wisdom of ages.

But if we open our Bibles
and read God’s holy word,
we’ll find indelible ink
where *true Truth’s conferred.

We seek after goodness
in the public square,
pinning our hopes
to politicians with flair.

But goodness resides
in God’s perfect law,
love one another
and God above all.

Ancient philosophers
said these three transcend,
all time and space
they will not end.

A virtuous trio
truth, goodness, and beauty,
seen most fully
in blessed Trinity.

*True truth was a concept put forward by Francis Schaeffer that what the Bible teaches is not just one among many truths, but truth that corresponds to reality.

Band of Brothers

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.–Proverbs 17:17

A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.–Proverbs 18:24

True friendship is a rare gift, especially among men. In a culture that promotes rugged individualism on the one hand, and allows people to have thousands of “friends” through social media on the other, we have lost our way regarding what friendship means. We read stories in the Bible about friendships between men and the closeness they have may seem surreal to us because they are so different from our everyday experience.

We may have buddies, but often we don’t have brothers.

We may have men that we like doing stuff with, but often we don’t have men whom we love deeply.

I am grateful that for me, at least, results have not been typical. I want to tell you about two of my friends.

Several years ago, our church held a men’s ministry event where “accountability groups” were encouraged. If you’ve never heard of an accountability group, it is essentially when a group of men get together and confess their sins to one another and pray for one another, usually guided by a list of questions (e.g., did you look at porn this week? Have you managed your money well?). My friend Brad was moved and reached out to a bunch of guys about starting a group. Eric and I, even though we didn’t attend the men’s ministry event, were the only two that responded. We didn’t even really have relationship beforehand, other than a time when I offended Brad. The three of us began meeting at 6:00 on Thursday mornings at Randy’s Family restaurant.

We are an unlikely trio. Let me tell you why. Brad runs an office–several actually–that sells bearings and transmissions. He is a whiz at math, has great spatial skills, has administrative capabilities that most only long for, and is a neat freak (perhaps even obsessively so).  Eric is a locksmith by profession, but also has an eye for beauty that many people lack in today’s culture. Whether from resin or wood, he is able to craft things that amaze. Eric is also driven and visionary. I am a neuropsychologist and poet. I love words more than anything requiring spatial skills, something both Eric and Brad would be quick to tell you. I am also decidedly not a neat freak.

Brad likes bikes. Eric likes Dungeons and Dragons. I like books.

As I said, we are an unlikely trio, yet these two men are my brothers. The love I have for them runs deep.

When we began meeting, we used ” the list.” Each week we would walk through the questions. Some weeks, I would hope that we wouldn’t get around to me because I didn’t want to tell these guys what a mess I was am.  Week after week we persisted, bonds of friendship forming. Eventually, we put away the list. We didn’t need it to guide our conversations any longer because we had developed enough trust in one another to discuss whatever was pressing. We began to understand what it meant to encourage, admonish, help, and love one another. We were willing to dig down with one another and to allow the others to dig beneath our false veneer we put up.

But don’t get the wrong impression that deep friendship is always easy. It’s not. Every one of us have said something stupid for which we have needed to apologize. Every one of us has been confronted and wounded by the others. We have repeatedly had to apologize and forgive. Every one of us has sinned against the others, often unknowingly.

It would be so easy to live on the surface, to talk about the weather, but never get down to what is beneath. It would be so easy to walk away when conflict arises. It would be so easy to live behind our masks and never let one another see our true selves, but then we would never be truly known and honestly, then we would never grow. My friend Larry says “true growth happens when you look bad in the presence of love.” I have that with these men and I regularly thank God for them. In a society that says when things get tough you are totally within your rights to walk away, a brother who sticks close by when things get messy is an unbelievable blessing.

In John 17, perhaps my favorite chapter in the whole Bible, Jesus prays for his brothers. At the end of the prayer, Jesus tells the Father that his desire is that these men would love one another the way that He and the Father love one another and that we would be one in the way that the Trinity is one (verses 21-22). This is not love like the world defines love; it is a radical other-centeredness and commitment to one another’s good. Jesus wasn’t just praying that this might happen in heaven, but that we might manifest this in our relationships now. I am grateful for two brothers with whom I am able to strive for that goal.

Perhaps as you read this, you are thinking to yourself “yeah, that’s unrealistic,” but what if it’s not? How do you stretch toward this end? First, pray. Ask God to help this type of relationship develop. Second, persist. As I said above, when things get hard, our sinful predisposition is to cut and run rather than persevere in love for one another. Third, patience. Change happens slowly. In our instant society, we need to become people who take the long view, who trust the process of growth and relational sanctification.

Brad, Eric, and I are far from perfect, but we are committed to loving one another over the long haul.

Superball

My mind is a superball
incessantly
unpredictably bouncing
seemingly unable to remain at rest.

Superballs are fun
though they aren’t good for much else.

Like a toddler at play
I move
I move
rarely slowing for rest.

The Father says,
“come touch my knee.”

I resist.
Again…”come touch my knee.”

I do so, reluctantly,
but my mind still bounces around the room.

“Look at me, son.”
I turn to look at Him,
but like the superball,
my eyes bounce away after a short second.

“Look at me.”
I try again to hold His gaze,
a few seconds longer this time.

He remains patient and tender.
I draw an uneven breath and, holding it, look.

There is stillness in His eyes
and love in His smile.

I relax.

How long before I bounce away again?

A Trio of Poems from MISA

A Murder of Crows

As night descended
the birds intended
to raise some havoc.
A murder of crows
their angry shouts grow
a rageful black flock.

Dark from head to toe
all who see them know
not to mess with them.
They control the streets
all who see, retreat
lest they stand condemned.

Grouped voices murmur
crows planning murder
opposing the peace.
They rule the night
when they take flight
dark anarchy seized.

Relative Silence

I sit in silence
listening for God
but silence is a relative term.

The refrigerator hums
birds chirp
once in a while.

My stomach asks,
“When’s breakfast?”

I think I hear people moving,
but perhaps not…

Watercolor Morn

Watercolor morn
I step out my door
and gaze to the West.

Cool gray sky,
wet on wet
stands in stark contrast
to the ragged treeline
nearly black.

Our minds are trained to fill in missing pieces
–interpretively–
blue skies
green trees
but the Artist’s palate
contains more color.

As the sun ascends in the East
and the earth genuflects in reverence,
new brush strokes are added
to nature’s scene.

Green blue and Indian yellow
edges mystically softened.

Soon contrasting shapes and colors and edges
amorophous scene becomes beauty
bearing the signature of the Creator.