Old Man River

The Mississippi’s rage and redemption; A Church’s Open Closet

Old Man River
The Mississippi’s rage and redemption

There’s a cost to saving cities
that someone is forced to pay
although the price of saving them is high.
It’s a picture of redemption
where salvation’s far from cheap
and the goal of saving lives
means dreams must die.

The rage of Old Man River
(like the wrath of Holy God)
is unstoppable and cannot be ignored.
It, by nature, is demanded
and it seems that doom is sure.
But, thank God, salvation finds an open door.

Yes, those spillways that were opened
(and what then was sacrificed)
were a flood of grace and mercy in disguise.
Like the suffering of Jesus
(who absorbed God’s righteous wrath),
what seemed foolish will one day confound the wise.

A Church’s Open Closet
The PCUSA opens the door to the ordination of gays

Getting drunk or viewing porn
is labeled sin. It’s not the norm.
And neither is abusing drugs
or robbing widows blind.

We know it’s wrong to cheat your mate
or in your heart to harbor hate.
To lie or even over-eat
God doesn’t countenance.

The ones He calls to serve His flock
are blemished lambs, but they don’t balk
about the need to turn from sin
(repenting of their past).

It’s only when we own our sin
(confessing it) that we begin
to claim God’s grace and die to self
denying our desires.

Yet homosexuality
is viewed completely differently
within the PCUSA
and other mainline groups.

“Don’t turn from it,” they’re prone to say.
“God thinks it’s fine. He made you gay.
And since He did, you have the right
to lead His church and serve.

“Forget the fact God’s Word is clear
about behavior viewed as queer.
It’s time we claim that times have changed
and rewrite holy writ.”


I wonder what the Lord will say
when they before Him stand one day
and make their case why tolerance
has trumped His timeless truth.

I’ll Be Back!

It takes will and grace to keep marital promises

The Terminator’s marriage
has imploded (so it seems).
It is terminated! Over!
It’s a shattered lifeless dream.

Still I hope that what seems broken
is at worst a hairline crack
that will be repaired when Arnold says,
“Maria, I’ll be back!”

Marriage takes a bodybuilder.
One who knows how to be strong,
who can bench-press heavy burdens
yet release forgiven wrongs.

Marriage takes a politician
who makes promises for change
and then implements what’s needed
to improve what’s bad (or strange).

Marriage takes two different viewpoints
seeing life from left and right
so to focus on what matters
when you lack sufficient light.

Marriage takes the will to work at
what derails you from the track
and the grace to say each morning,
“Come this evening, I’ll be back!”

Mother’s Hands

Recalling fingers that modeled faith

With fingers intertwined in prayer…
That’s how our moms gripped hope.
By faith they grasped the Father’s hand
and held on so to cope.

Our mothers’ hands became the means
by which God answered prayer.
They rarely rested in pursuit
of finding ways to care.

Those gentle hands enveloped us
when we were very small.
They diapered us and cooked our food
and held us when we’d fall.

Those hands that touched our fevered brows
and rubbed our aching feet
were calloused by their servants’ hearts
and needs they tried to meet.

And when we struck out on our own
in search of grownup dreams,
those folded hands called out to God
to bless our hopeful schemes.

Those fingers dialed calling us.
They held a pen and wrote.
They typed a letter or e-mail
or texted a brief note.

Those hands (now wrinkled) symbolize
the values they passed on
to sons and daughters dearly loved
who all too soon were gone.

And so as we recall the one
God chose to give us birth,
we lift our hands in gratitude
to Him who holds the earth!

Bin Laden’s Ground Zero

Good news out of Abbottabad

There’s good news from Abbottabad.
Bin Laden’s death makes justice glad.
This mastermind of mindless terror
must now face Heaven’s court.

Goliath fell to David’s sling.
A waiting world at last can sing
of just desserts for what occurred
not quite ten years ago.

Since then he hid in caves unknown,
but now al-Qaida’s king’s dethroned.
His lifeless body has become
a feast for bottom fish.

His own ground zero came at last.
But lest we think our risk is past,
we’d best beware and be alert
to what his death might mean.

A Royal Wedding and Funeral

Celebrating William and Kate while remembering David

The time has come to celebrate
the wedding vows of Will and Kate.
A day the press has heralded
for nearly half a year.

A day of pomp and circumstance
when two young lovers took their stance
before the Church of England’s head
who stood in place of God.

Archbishop Williams called to mind
a fact to which the world seems blind…
that marriage is a sacred trust
between God, groom and bride.

To play the game of love for life
you need more than a man and wife.
The third strand of a three-cord braid
is love’s eternal cord.

When trials come, as come they will,
it’s faith that helps us foot the bill.
For faith is love’s foundation
that sustains the tests of time.

Faith nourishes our love with hope
and gives our vows the means to cope.
When hardships test love’s softer side,
God’s presence is a gift.

Meanwhile…

While the world of royal watchers celebrates
the wedding of a future king,
the Evangelical world grieves.

Unlike what is does on New Year’s Eve,
Time’s Square is not celebrating today.
A church in the heart of Broadway
(whose pastor preached the narrow way)
is stunned by news of his sudden death.

Today Times Square Church finds itself
preparing for a funeral
while contemplating
David Wilkerson’s remarkable life.

Like a switchblade knife,
his life cut to the chase.
Clinging to the old rugged cross,
he challenged teens
(held hostage by drugs
and victimized by gang violence)
to run toward Jesus.

Nicky Cruz was one who did.
But he was not the only one.
He was one of countless ones
who dodged a premature grave
by heeding Dave’s voice
and making the choice to live.

And so on this bittersweet day,
a day of joy and sadness,
I give thanks to God for a man
who touched my life
and shaped my faith
and gave America one last call
to contemplate its moral compass.

Peace to his memory!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Wilkerson