Only Just Now

Til now talk Has only been casual A neighbourhood Item or two. You chat and you go And scarcely you know The tunnels That he has come through. But today offered Something quite different. No work and The both of us home. A sickness come up Some dregs in the cup And hardship that Neither had known. Turns out that Each father knows Jesus And thrives In a faithful wife's love And put kids Through Home School And feeds on God's Word And takes time To launch hopes above. Took long enough Here for the Shepherd To urge two dear Sheep face to face. Might lawn chairs And coffee now offer Rich sharing of Goodness and grace? A change has been felt Spite our blindness And family ties Faith will see glow. And two men Transparent Or so they will try That God's kind of Love might show.

(Best wishes to my friend/brother a couple of doors away.)

Flat Down and Free

I have been diagnosed with prostate cancer. At my family physician the last two PSA readings showed a modest increase in signal level. Sent to the urologist. Biopsy done and results showed malignancy.

There have been subsequently a bevy of tests and I am still waiting for a CAT scan. Stategies for resolution of the problem will follow with Dr. Blair Egerdie.

Just about a month now I have been wearing a catheter and bag...and hobbling. On indefinite layoff from my factory job. Employment Insurance Disability arrangements pending.

But the items of good news are many. Financial help. Love and support from family, friends, workmates and members of my new church. I have also tried to occupy as much as possible in a low-key way. Drives in the country with Hilary. Phone chats with my kids Lauren and  Jordan and my brother Scott. Publishing in hard copy with much delight several of my ebooks. Reading and reading (Nouwen, Tozer, Lucado, Chambers, Scripture, Longfellow, Angelou, Service, Anne …

Ears to Hear

Used to do lots more of this
Seeds of a message heard
Some sort of Heaven's kiss
And I would wake
And rub my eyes
And find where thoughts might take
A messenger and little more
And that was all the thrill
In what He had in store
Scrounging for likely reader hits
A vain sad garden path
Oft perused in starts and fits.
The numbers seemed to mystify
Most bloggers typed to score
But bottom line, not I
A few got back perhaps a note
On things I wrote
But that became much less the goal
A worship rare
In one quenched soul
And heard God did with joy
His whispers blessed
This odd newsboy.
Now thanks arise for sure
In yet more verse
In me a hard days' cure.

The Transaction

Oh but you have been in church service all your life and Mom and Dad before you.

John the Baptist preceded Jesus crying out Repent. Jesus arrived and reiterated John and added Believe the Gospel. What had changed? The arrival of the Man. His convicting presence and messages. His gracious daily walk and service. People knew that there was now a radical turn in the road...and more than likely despondency in the status quo.

And that is where you are. Stuck in false hopes in an organization or traditions or a warming family circle.

The process is called repentance unto life...or simply coming to Christ with empty hands. A simple personal duty and transaction. Please. Thank you. Praise you. Please equip me daily with Yourself Lord Jesus.

Laughing Matter

It seems like a lark And the giggles abound And the parties and excess Of fools must be found There’s no time for hard issues Or things of the heart Because don’t you know There’s a game we must start. Has many cool levels And weapons galore And warriors and zombies Like never before And blood flows like water And time just flies by Not missing the outdoors Or spring, no not I. There’s time enough later For training and work But what are the chances The world’s gone berserk With terror and drive-bys And government spin And no one admits All the debt we are in. I’d rather be laughing I’d rather be high I’d rather be gaming Than dutifully dry. This life’s really short Holding nothing beyond So bring on the laughter Before I am gone.
Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying …

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 manu…