Saturday, October 1, 2016

Brother Fuller, Overflowing

His voice almost an auctioneer’s
His tone assured, authoritative
His words convicting
Pure scripture many times
And with joy unspeakable:
“We are beholders, containers
Of the supernatural, my friends.
Time and again Pentecost comes
Perhaps not with the grandeur
Of that First Church
But warmly, honestly
And with the fragrance of Christ.
We know of our roots, our journey
Our cleansing
Unavoidable trials
Certain destination.
We have been called
We remember the Spirit’s wooing
We know not why
We only rejoice
Circumstances notwithstanding.
That oppressive world says
We are tied up in knots
By rules and by fear.
In so saying they are part wrong and part right
No not rules but constraining love
Not dread of the Almighty
But holy compunction never to disappoint.
Love’s captives we are.
And thankful for it.
We take the abuse
Forgive at all costs
Share what little we have
Speak the good report
Stop at the gutter
To uplift the tear-streaked ones.
It’s the life force of Jesus
Nothing of our manufacture
And isn’t it wonderful?
Unlike any other known joy?
There are some here
Who need the transaction
They know it
You know it…Brother…Sister…Child.
The invitation will be given shortly.”
Just then the choir
Off to the side in that summer’s tent
Began singing:
Tell me the old old story
Of unseen things above
Of Jesus and His glory
Of Jesus and His love.

Sunday, September 11, 2016


She came in for some groceries
With cane and darkened glasses
Slow the pace and smiling
A Saturday event
Most others rushed oblivious
To her need for human comfort
A simple talk and flesh-press
Would keep her smiling yet.
Apartment was a still place
With photos of the loves gone
Figurines of Doulton
Those treasures obsolete
Maidens bright on hilltop
And windswept their long dresses
Eyes that flashed a future
And oh so tiny feet.
But the feet now pained her
And memories came up sketchy
Products in this market
Confusing as of late
Then she saw me shelving
For dairy and for frozen
Felt that here was someone
To listen and relate.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Suffering Bishop

He tangoed with the world

And they loved him from the pulpit

Spoke the layman's tongue

Pacing oft their aisles close by

Used to love the Greek

And its marvelous precision

Used to woo his pipe

As the smoke rose to the sky

Had a faithful wife

Who would laugh and thus relieve him

Had a humble start

In some store-front dens of prayer

Rose in rank ascribing

To Church calendar's dictation

Still the people's hearts

Were his major love and care.

“Bishop” soon they called him

But heart still in the sheepfold

Bleatings much preferred

To the policies of men.

Bibles less and less

Made the fount of life's solution

Could they ever child-like

Hush ...and come to Christ again?

Soon things got still sillier

Changing holy writ and gender

Talking oft in circles

Of the marriage rite defiled

Making life an option

In the unborn pure and tender

Seeing not their Master

As He praised and hugged each child.

Then the word “retirement”

And the accolades and speeches

Happy pictures taken

And posted quick to Net

Looking back a landscape

With muddy trench and crater

Baffled how the Son of God

Would have the victory yet.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

High Plateau - John 13-17

An ebook with thoughts and poems from Jesus' final hours with disciples in the Upper Room.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Jes Talkin

I's here agin
An ah have so few woids
But it's the gittin togetha
Most mattas
Ah believe.
And You has the time
Always has the time
Lookin down from
Brilliance an Glory
Settin aside those angels' songs
Jes to consider ma squallin
Or ma pleadin
Ma thankin or my
Plain ole wonda.
Dis ole man
Done had many a hard job
Often cruel or stupid orders
From tha Man.
A spell in the joint
An keen ears an
A much sharpened shiv
Jes ta raise up the odds.
Afta dark.
An a wife and two chillen
Hardly knew me afta
The twelve year stint.
But you knows me
You stick in dere fo me.
And you brought 
Some good folks
Crosst ma path
Prayin and heppin
An smilin folks.
Ah can almose smell
Yo Spirit on em.
Second chances and singin.
Friendly talkin nights
Clean woik now.
Ah sketches a little as well
Scenes of pain, hope or joy
Two of em sittin
Up now on the library wall
Folks considerin
Provin dis ole man
Sees an thinks
Feels an releases
Fatha you have ma devotion
Such as tis.
An ma good repote.
I love Ya
Gwine stop now ta
Read Psalm one-oh-seven.


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Eighty-Fifth

Lord will you revive us
Turn away your displeasure
Although we stray
Mesmerized by everyday.
And you have done so much
We scarce deserve
Your healing touch.
It's in the fearing
The coming softly
To your majesty
And pleading for that
We have no right to
Ever see or hear.
Please Lord come near.
With miracle blend
Of Love, Faithfulness
Righteousness, Peace
Made to kiss each other.
An intersection
A stunning Cross
Distilling joy from loss.

(Psalm 85)

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Once a Royal Carpet


It once had a Berber motif
Rich maroons and golds
Suggestions of the home
Of kings and court
The place where mortal
Respect was not enough.
Visitors showing
All due reverence
And the holy hush.
But times got rushed
And timetables jammed.
The dirt of the everyday
The base and commonplace
Allowed to remain afoot.
Berber became a dusty mat
Softness and sheen encrusted
Pollution released with
Scuffing of traffic.
Eyesight and free breathing
A sad memory.
(Been to a church service lately?)
Call for the beaters
Whack that dust!
And string out the
Life Line.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Beseechings of a Child

I love the story of Jehoshaphat's prayer in 2 Chronicles 20.

Jerusalem was under attack from 3 armies. Seemingly hopeless situation.

The King stood at the temple before all the people and prayed. He acknowledged the peril. He reminded the Lord of promises to protect and prosper the offspring of faithful Abraham. He prayed in the Holy Place as King Solomon had mandated in an earlier great prayer...

And then he spoke in all simplicity "Lord we do not know what to do; nevertheless our eyes are upon you." Did this sound like a leader and a force in arms?

Shortly thereafter a prophet spoke the will of the Lord and something like this: 'You will not have to fight this battle. It is the Lord's battle. Stand still and see.'

The following morning armed men followed their King out to the expected place of combat...but worshiping and praising. The Lord had sent ambushments and had confused the enemies into self-annihilation.

Great was the spoil and great was the glory to God.

Is it likely that we would humble ourselves in like fashion when the emergency comes? Or would we utter all the fancy and formulaic petitions or simply roll it all over as Pastor's ball to carry?

I am convinced that if the simplest and lowliest member of Jehoshaphat's kingdom had uttered those words of prayer in similar heart before the people, the outcome would have been the same.

So, let's pray believers...honestly and to an all-capable Father.