Wednesday, January 29, 2014

This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home
It’s not where I belong
My home is somewhere else
And in my soul I long
To be where I am me.

I gaze out on the sea
I look up to the sky
I know it’s out there somewhere
I’ll get to when I die
To where I will be free.

I am a misfit here
A plant without a root
There is no sense of rest
And no one gives a hoot
If I am here or I am not.

This world is not my home
It’s not where I belong
My home is somewhere else
And in my soul I long

To be where I am free.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

MONEY OR MINISTRY

How many places today remain God’s temple; a house of prayer?  Whenever I hear the cry that “this ministry needs your support”, and that support is money, I wonder if it’s a ministry Jesus would support.  Jesus cleansed the temple of God in Jerusalem by driving out all those who bought and sold, overturned the tables of the money changers, and those who sold animals for others to use as their sacrifice.  People no longer needed to bring something of theirs to sacrifice; they could purchase their offering there.  It didn’t cost them anything of them selves; just their money.

 It seems like many ministries are founded upon the amount of money they can bring in to fund the ministry, or at least the running of the ministry.  So the ministry becomes dependent upon the money to keep it going.  When the money stops the ministry stops, the doors are locked, the buildings are deserted.  It seems to me that money is not a firm foundation to build upon; it is like building on shifting sand.

Money should be used as a servant of the ministry, not its master.  God is to be the Master and the people in the ministry are mere servants, not employees.  I have been a part of ministries where people were the major part of the foundation.  They gladly served with no thought of being paid for their services.  They saw their work as an offering, a ministry of service, not a job.  They had other jobs that provided for their needs; ministry was a gift to be offered, to God and to others.  Paul’s made his living as a tent maker; his ministry was to feed the masses, not put food on his table.

We have made ourselves dependent on money, just as we have made ourselves dependent on oil.  That dependence creates a need to sustain ourselves and our bad habits; it creates problems, tensions, and even wars.  I don’t sense this was God’s intent for His temple or for His world.

When money becomes the bottom line for a ministry, the ministry loses its focus and mission.  It becomes a priority to save the ministry, not the people it was to be ministering to.  Solutions to save the ministry that are conceived usually require asking for a sacrifice; we don’t want to sacrifice ourselves so we sacrifice others.  That is the world’s way.  Whenever a budget is cut it’s those that need the ministry the most, the poor and needy, that are cut off.


Businesses need hierarchy to survive.  True community cannot exist in a hierarchy.  The temple of God, the church is people in community; it was never meant to be a business.  Businesses fail for many reasons; lack of money, lack of vision, lack of good business practices.  The true church will not fail; it will have God’s provision, God’s vision, God’s practices, and it will stand forever to minister to people.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Nothing New Under The Sun

The authority of Jesus was challenged by the chief priests and elders
The authority of Jesus was coveted by his disciples
In the midst of this he was realizing the reality of his death
Made necessary by the challenge to his Father’s authority
In the beginning, in the garden
The authority of God was challenged by Satan
The authority of God was coveted by His human creation
There is nothing new under the sun.

The Son of Man was about to be delivered into the hands of men
They will kill him
The disciples respond to this expressed pain with
 “Who is greatest in heaven?” 
The Son of man will be delivered over to the high priests
They will, mock him, flog him, and condemn him to death
The mother of two of his disciples responds to this news with
“Say that my sons will sit at your right and left in your kingdom.”

In his pain and in his sorrow he found no one to care
In his pain and in his sorrow he found no one to listen
In his pain and sorrow he found no companion
In his pain and sorrow he found no one awake
In his pain and sorrow he was alone
In his pain and sorrow he was abandoned
In his pain and sorrow he was alienated
By the very ones he was enduring this pain and sorrow for.

Father forgive them for they know not what they do
When with selfish ambitions they take their mind off you
Father forgive us for we know not what we do
When with selfish ambitions we take our ears and eyes off you
Father forgive me for I know not what I do
When with selfish ambition I am not awake to you
Father forgive me and teach me what to do
Father forgive me and help me think, see, and hear only You.

Friday, December 20, 2013

The God of Finding The One Lost Sheep

God of finding the one lost sheep
God of hearing the near death request of a thief on the cross
God of paying a full day’s wage to a last minute hire
God who always calls, “Come”.

God wants everyone to come unto Him
God wants all to enjoy the blessings
He bestows upon His children.
But each one must come of their own free will.

God is not a Pharaoh who entraps and enslaves. 
God is not a Pharisee who dictates and demands. 
God does not coerce or conquer, He welcomes and waits.
God is a Presence who initiates and invites.

God’s Law is not a burden to bear
It is an enjoyment to be embraced
Direction to be devoted to
It is substance for the soul 


Beneath The Mess Something Beautiful Lives


Beneath the mess something beautiful lived
Others could see it, but not me.
I only knew what I knew, to be somehow broken
But beneath the mess something beautiful lived.

Caught in the wake of the wrongs of others
I got washed away, far at sea
I got battered and bruised, not worth much
But beneath the mess something beautiful lived.

Somehow I was found by the One who made me
He could see as the others could see
The broken, the battered, the bruised was slowly healed
And what was beautiful beneath the mess slowly emerged.

Beneath the mess something beautiful lives
Now I can see when others can’t see
I only know what I know, that broken is not forever

And beneath the mess something beautiful lives.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

You Were There From The Beginning

You were, there from the beginning
Watching over the orphan with no home
No mother or father emotionally available;
Loving, but not available
Caring, but not available
They could do no better
They were damaged as well.
You were there from the beginning.

Their religion spoke words about You, revealed You
One can know who you are, but not yet You
Looking back You were there from the beginning
Always in the heart even if absent from the head
The wrong way never made sense
Even in the midst of the journey
Even in the midst of the transgression
That was You working in secret

Then one day You came face to face
Not a new birth, but a reconnection
To the Source that has been there
From the beginning.


Friday, December 6, 2013

Just Passing Thru


I am never more free than when I am confined.
When I know the boundaries and the dos and don’ts
I feel safe and secure and cared for.
When life is lived according to design
All will be whole, worthy, and wonderful.
I will live in integrity
God guarantees it with an oath, a promise, a covenant.

When I know whose I am and how much I am loved
I am freed from the entanglements of this earthly life
This world is not my home

I am just passing thru.