Let the Little Children Come

Pondering the border situation

“Let all the little children come.
Don’t keep the kids away.”
The Savior said those words so long ago.
He was passionate and forceful
as he stood up for their rights.
Kids are persons with real needs as we well know.

But their right to claim Christ’s blessing
and their right to claim our land
aren’t synonymous as some prefer to think.
But these children are still children
needing what we have to give
not the least of which is shelter, food and drink.

Lord, please help us as we ponder
what to do and what to say
as we read the words inscribed on Liberty.
Are the tempest tossed and tired
still invited to our shores?
Or must we restrict migration to stay free?

America the Colorful

A July 4th prayer

The purple mountain majesties
and snow-white Mt. Rainier
remind me of what’s grand to me and you.
There’s Red Rocks Park and Yellowstone.
Mt. Rushmore’s hills are black.
And add to that our flag’s red, white and blue.

America is colorful.
The beige and ebony
blend in with those whose skin is tan and brown.
The colors of the rainbow
form the spectrum of our land
that’s haloed by the gold of freedom’s crown.

God, bless America today
in all its many hues
and may the colors of our nation gleam
as ethnic groups of every kind
and landmarks near and far
become the focus of our leaders’ dreams.

Sipping from a Common Cup

How our World Cup team unites our nation

“One nation under God” we say
but most the time we’re not.
We argue about gays and guns
and legalizing pot.

But don’t you love how we unite
around our World Cup dreams?
We are “united states” this month
while cheering on our team!

It feels quite good when we draw close
and act as though we’re one.
To show allegiance to a cause
is actually quite fun.

Divided states of blue and red
define us when we vote.
But when we’re cheering-on our team,
we’re all in the same boat.

Arms Outstretched to Welcome the World

The Jesus statue over Rio is more than meets the eye

The world’s descended on Brazil
with frenzied fans and dreams
as gifted kickers play a game of ball.
And high above the stadiums
where cheers are heard nonstop
a silent figure welcomes one and all.

Appropriate it seems to me
this grandiose embrace.
“For God so loved the world He sent His Son…”
With open arms He motions
“You’re accepted! You belong!”
to every gender, color, tribe and tongue.

The arms of God invite us
to consider nailed scarred hands
as we fixate on a tournament of feet.
For what brings the world together
isn’t just a game of ball
but the One who snatched a win from sure defeat.

A Well-Deserved Day

A tribute to our fathers; Longing to Hear “I Love You”

A Well-Deserved Day
A tribute to our fathers

This day for dads is well deserved
for fathers rarely find
the honor they have earned in little ways.
Those late night chats and morning hikes
when wisdom was dispensed.
And going to your games on Saturdays,

The one who bought you your first car
and taught you how to save
invested in your adolescent dreams.
He spent both time and money
making sure you could compete
in the corporate world or on a college team.

On Fathers Day you have the chance
to calculate the cost
your dad incurred while fitting you with wings.
It is a day for saying thanks
acknowledging your debt
for all he’s done that cause your heart to sing.

Longing to Hear “I Love You”
Looking beyond Dad’s lips to his heart

When his love was more acted than spoken,
when duty wore work clothes each day,
when pride in his offspring rode shotgun,
his heart spoke what words didn’t say.

Dad’s neighbors and friends can remember
his small acts of kindness and care.
His word became flesh (love with skin on)
as he found ways to help out and share.

Like those orchards surrounding Wenatchee,
what is picked is the proof of what grows.
Dad’s love, like a honeycrisp apple,
was both shiny and sweet and it showed.