I recently started reading Philip Yancey’s The Jesus I Never Knew. With only the first two chapters under my belt, I’m already beginning to think about Jesus’ life and work in a new way.
For instance, I’ve been thinking hard about just how difficult it must have been for Mary to bring a son into this world, seeing as she was subject to the law and to a society which viewed her birth as scandalous. That’s how Yancey’s book starts: revisiting this man Jesus we’ve heard about for so long and in so many different contexts and reexamining the birth story I heard every Christmas Eve as a kid (usually while obsessing over the presents I knew were waiting in my parents’ closet). Yancey’s book is a necessary eye opener for sure.
I bought the book a few days ago, and on that same day, I saw two Jehovah’s Witnesses walking down my street. In the past, whenever I saw Jehovah’s Witnesses come to my door, I recoiled in horror at the thought of talking to two stranger’s at my doorstep. Perhaps because my view of the life of Jesus was fresh in my mind, I realized that I wished they would knock on my door. I had a few questions to ask them…
Continue reading “Questions for a Jehovah’s Witness”
The fact that gun control is a volatile topic is no surprise to any of us. With that, I’d like to make my intention clear.
My intention is to counter one specific pro-gun argument I’ve come across in the past few days.
I’m not opposed to taking on other facets of the gun control epidemic. In fact, I’m devoted to learning more and talking about this. It’s just that this post is not my place to do it yet.
Finally, I’m certainly not interested in any conversations which aren’t civil.
Continue reading “Intent vs. Utility: One Argument for Gun Control”
Our stories revolve around the sons of…
Of harpy and of Jacob
From which fathers are they?
Is their devotion to violence in the alley
Merely a skewed reading of scripture
They call themselves the sons of…
Of ones whose hearts are all-consuming fire
And disgust in the bedrooms.
Their loyalty unfaltering, unmoved, and solid
Their causes horrifically misplaced
These are the sons of…
Broken men following broken men following broken men
But believing in something real.
Enforcing the laws of the land
They forget the good news that made them
Andy, I’ve gotten fat and happy
I wonder if you’d say hey if we passed on the street
I just remember driving down Clearwater together
We kept saying god he’s got a voice
You can’t help but sing like it pulls you
Even now as I write this and I think of where you might be
I hum along – Young Pilgrims – you know
God he’s got a voice
If you’re interested, this was inspired by The Shins’ song “Young Pilgrims.” Careful: it’s catchy.
Isabel, I want to remember our drive home tonight
Andrew sang us “Saints, preserve us”
My hand rested on your car seat
A moment, your little hand touched mine
We drove down Mills with the windows open
Andrew sang while your wild blond hair whipped the warm air
You said you saw a star out your window
If that wasn’t nice, I don’t know what is
I peer into the bowl
Black wet fruit drip
A sweet acrid smell
I poke the rind curious
The skin gives way
Mush into the core
Sick juice covers my hand
Sounds of moldy muscle
Decomposed meat old
Sitting in a bowl of its own
Blood-like sweet liquid
Bedridden by time, I am
Lying flat and useless
While night’s nothingness
Is drowned out by the sound
Of a rainstorm on my phone,
A gale on my nightstand
My eyelids hang low and heavy
My head pounds quietly to
The rhythm of the rain
While I lie awake with distant thoughts
Running laps from ear to ear
The race won’t end, and my eyes won’t close
Those voices I used to listen to
Sing about the Brakemen
And I found those old tracks recently
They sound so hopeful
But I remember listening in despair
Learning their harmonies in the back room:
“This one’s for the Brakemen”
Who are they?
And who am I? I remember thinking between songs
don’t think just write spill it out for once just let go it doesn’t matter how many words or how long how do you feel are you being real with me are you being real with yourself just put the words down don’t ask questions just write who cares what I think what do you think how many pages you ask who cares just write for yourself you have to write you can’t keep it inside anymore be honest be genuine be vulnerable like this poem here no punctuation no capitalization no sentence structure just words on this page talking to you and you only do it for yourself don’t do it for anyone else you can make a difference if you put truth into your writing you don’t like this poem I don’t care I’m writing it anyway it’s done
The person and work of Jesus Christ –
His sinless life –
Can be yours
By faith alone