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Works of Faith

Works of faith, not works and faith, is what pleases God. A sincere faith that produces good works is most beneficial for the preservation of all creation. It’s in our best interest to investigate, refine, and express our faith in order to “redeem our consciousness” (Luther), and preserve our purity for the sake of others. Works and faith would force …Continue reading →

Amen!

Love me. Teach me. Guide me in all Your ways. Help me humble myself before You everyday, and if need be, humble me, so my thoughts may be pure and pleasing to You. May my actions never cease to emulate You releasing a sweet smelling fragrance of salvation’s freedom. More than anything, I seek to please You – the One …Continue reading →

Corduroy

The sweet nectar of grace falls from heaven as redemptive rain. The height of paradox–a world drunk in drought, an anorexic stout, a thankful pout, a silent shout. The wind turns purple, holding its breath, waiting in vain. O Redeemer: will You ever come, again? Rumours of apocalypse dispatch with no sign of a Saviour As psychological certainty feigns to …Continue reading →

Tatooed-Flesh

God accepted a self-initiated invitation to embody His own creation. They proclaim One called the Christ, neither legend nor hero, but God enfleshed. He lived among us, so they say, doing nothing more or less than exemplifying love in time and space; all-the-while, foreknowing an imminent terrestrial disgrace. But why would Omniscience do such a thing? Rumor has it, oracles …Continue reading →

Too Blind Canvas

Faith paints holding a redemptive brush, A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch. Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep Leaves a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep. Too blind canvas once lost and proud Now found under flesh-colored grace. Sounds quite queer À la modern man’s ear– Knots brushed and braided in lower soul’s beard. So quick to tear Seeing …Continue reading →

Orange County Jesus

Orange County Jesus is Christians playing perfect in a land that thirsts for the real. If we could only see the lost and lonely faces inside the world’s fist, we may be able to stand in other people’s shoes and dance with them into a heavenly courtyard that calls out our name and makes us glad we came. Or maybe …Continue reading →

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