We want, the
blessings, the
love, the
new life; to be
like Jesus.
I am:
a new creation,
accepted,
blessed,
an over comer,
chosen,
called,
free,
His body.
I was, crucified-
with Christ.
I am, in
pain,
suffering torment,
and disgrace,
wanting only,
Your blessings.
Yet,
to be like You,
is to suffer-
daily, carrying
this cross-
denying the world.
Embracing Your love.
Speaking life,
fighting, the battle-
in the mind,
while, I am
carried though.
By the touch,
of Your
hand.
Category: War
Skin, covered
jagged, raised
swollen, scarlet
meandering rivers,
shining, still-
outstretched, pale
legs, sunken
hollow
woven, wounds…
paradoxically
pure spirit,
cleansed mind.
Celebrating,
Your
victories.
You are wrong. Admit it. If you’ve ever read the Bible then you should know that a major point of the Bible is to tell you that you are wrong. The problem isn’t being wrong but acknowledging that you are wrong. Say it with me, “I am wrong.” Now, that wasn’t very hard, was it? Seriously, if more people would realize that they are wrong then what would we fight over?
Leader of country one: That is our land.
Leader of country two: You are wrong.
Leader of country one: I am wrong (walks away).
Leader of country two: Hmm. I am wrong (walks away in confusion but no one dies).
I think it has to do with humility but you know what? I am probably wrong.
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