Christianity in Crisis

Will the American church survive?

Time was when Europe was the heart
of Christianity.
The pulse of those embracing Christ was strong.
The ancient stone cathedrals
were alive with praying souls
and choirs who expressed their faith in song.

But over time these churches
with stained windows that inspired
evolved into museums of the past.
The culture (deaf to Scripture)
signed a language of its own.
It was cold to God as iron that is cast.

And now within our nation
something similar is seen.
What the Bible claims as truth is disavowed.
Growing churches aren’t as common
and those dying reach for straws
as they redefine what righteousness allows.

Can this tragic trend be countered?
Will we turn to God again?
Is our prayer that He will bless us just a song?
Have we turned our backs forever
on the One we claimed to trust?
Or will we repent from tolerating wrong?

The jury is still out!
 

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/acts-of-faith/wp/2015/05/12/christianity-faces-sharp-decline-as-americans-are-becoming-even-less-affiliated-with-religion/

The Queen

A Mothers Day tribute to my mom

She claims no throne.
She wears no crown.
Her place is not a palace.
Her dinnerware is not pure gold.
Her cup is not a chalice.

But she’s a queen
and nothing less.
Her Majesty’s my mother.
She’s ruled my heart
since I was born.
I love her like no other.

Her Highness
is stooped low by years.
Her memory is fading.
But she can brighten up a room.
She’s known for entertaining.

She pines for her departed prince.
Her kingdom is diminished.
A fog of grief now clouds her reign.
On dark days she feels finished.

I ache to see her struggle so
maneuvering her walker.
I hurt inside recalling times
I disobeyed and mocked her.

My selfish teenage attitude
ignored the grace she modeled.
I carelessly dismissed her charm
demanding to be coddled.

The pain I caused my little mom
through brutish misbehavior
she overlooked forgiving me
much like her precious Savior.

I know this queen who gave me life
will one day pass away
and so I laud her for her love
on this her special day!

The Game Nobody Saw

Oh, say you can’t see

A game was played in Camden Yards
that no one came to see.
They wouldn’t let the fans inside the park.
The tension back in Baltimore
had reached a fevered pitch
resulting in a curfew before dark.

I wonder if they sang the song
preceding every game.
That song a flag in Baltimore inspired.
I’m guessing that they didn’t
for no one could sing along
because of what some violent thugs conspired.

The pitcher threw and no one watched.
Nobody cheered the hits.
And no one booed the umps for sketchy calls.
It must have been quite eerie
to compete without a crowd
and all because of fears of racial brawls.

Let’s hope this is the last time
that the fans are not allowed
to enjoy a game intended for their fun.
Let’s stand up to injustice
and eject him from the field.
Let’s rid our cities of unlicensed guns.

** http://www.usatoday.com/picture-gallery/sports/mlb/2015/04/29/a-day-without-fans-at-camden-yards/26576627/

Shark Tank

Where dreams refresh to drown

Shark Tank is a risky place
where those with patents swim.
They hope to hear the sharks express
two hopeful words: “I’m in!”

It is a tank where countless try
to sell what they’ve conceived
with dreams that when they’ve done their best
the sharks will have believed.

But sadly most within the tank
are turned away dejected
because their grand amazing scheme
is heartlessly rejected.

“Just don’t give up,” I want to say.
“Don’t let five strangers win.
There’s bound to be a sixth one who
will someday say, “I’m in!”

Hillary’s Last Hurrah?

Questioning a questionable candidate’s candidacy

The Presidential race begins
and Hillary’s convinced she’ll win
in spite of smart phone ignorance
that’s given cause for pause.

She claims a mandate. She must run!
She feels the female’s time has come
to occupy the oval space
as queen upon her throne.

But I for one am not so sure
that what our nation needs is her.
It’s not the time for looking back.
It’s time to look ahead!