Richard Sherman Needs a Mr. Peabody

But he’s not the only one

The kid from Compton with the dreads
is villainized for what he said
when at the end of Sunday’s game
he let his ego soar.

This Stanford grad with gifted hands
who’s idolized by Seahawks fans
broke up a desperation pass
and sealed Seattle’s win.

And since he’s great (as he well-knows)
his well-fed ego grows and grows
resulting in what we beheld?
regurgitated trash.

Ironically, what critics hate
is largely what makes Sherman great.
He needs a Mr. Peabody*
to curb his appetite.

But don’t we all? We need someone
to tell us when we’re acting dumb,
to help us discipline our mouths
and learn to hold our tongues.

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

The Lessons of Bridgegate

Coming to terms with an unnecessary toll

There’s a toll bridge in New Jersey
that may cost a governor
a toll much more than what most drivers pay.
For the toll Bridgegate may levy
could destroy Chris Christie’s dreams
all because his thoughtless staffers misbehaved.

And the moral of this lesson
is to choose our colleagues well.
Those with whom we work can undermine our goals.
Building trust that spans the chasm
of our disconnected lives
can alleviate the price of unseen tolls.

Old Man Winter’s Icy Grip

Learning to accept what life hands us

Old man winter’s icy grip
refused to let us go.
We felt his cold unprecedented squeeze.
We shivered almost helplessly,
a victim of his grasp.
He held us hostage silencing our pleas.

He canceled flights (and classes, too)
disrupting our routines.
He ruthlessly attacked and claimed some lives.
Yes, old man winter showed his strength
as if we’d be impressed
while all we did was fight just to survive.

It’s humbling to realize
(in spite of pedigrees),
there are some things we simply can’t control.
And weather is one of those things.
It never takes a vote.
It trumps our wants and then it takes a toll.

At times like this we must accept
what can’t be dodged or changed
no matter how we’d like to run away.
But when we just embrace “what is”
and dance with it face-on,
we learn to waltz with hardship and to pray.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas

Taking our cues from three brave hearts

The Christmas trees are at the curb
and New Year’s favors tossed,
yet there remains a reason to reflect.
Epiphany (the twelfth day)
is the climax of it all.
So why is it a day most folks neglect?


It is the day that calls to mind
the essence of it all.
A call to worship
heard by three brave hearts
who caravanned at camel speed
while guided by a star
in search of truth God promised to impart.

Their call to worship calls to us
inviting us to bow
before the Baby born to own our hearts.
And so we join the magi
making tracks and marking time
as the past year ends and as the New Year starts.

A Christmas Prayer

Acknowledging the essence of this holy day

Almighty One,
we call You Emmanuel
(God-with-us)
because of this day.

On this magical morning
(and every Christmas morning)
we attempt to wrap our minds around a mystery
that exceeds our ability to fully understand.

You, who created the world,
visited our world as
One-with-us.
You, who made the Milky Way,
suckled human milk from a virgin’s breast.
You, who called the seven seas into existence,
cried salty tears in need of being comforted.
You, who rested on the seventh day of creation,
slept within a feeding trough filled with hay.

On this Christmas Day,
we recall the extraordinary strides You took
stepping across time and space
in order to experience life-with-us.
Laying aside Your glory,
You clothed Yourself in our skin exposing Yourself
to the sin of our making.

And after two-thousand years the sin of our making
continues to manifest itself all around us.
Having endured our human condition,
You ache with us, God.

But on those silent nights
when Your presence seems absence,
remind us that You personally relate to our plight
as we suffer in silence.

Admittedly, while we sing “Joy to the World,”
there is not much joy in our world.
Homelessness and hunger,
injustice and poverty,
abuse at home and war abroad
undermine our joy.

These chronic realities
prevent us from experiencing
the life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
our founding fathers pictured.

We deck the halls with boughs of holly,
but our hearts are draped in despair.
Unemployment is rampant.
Gun violence is unprecedented.
The political process is demoralizing.
Our personal and national debt is on the increase
while church attendance is in steady decline.

As much of our nation dreams of a White Christmas,
many of us are dreaming of a day
when the moral courage of a beloved black leader
would increasingly mark our lives.
Thank You for Nelson Mandela’s example of forgiveness,
his pursuit of justice and his championing of human rights.

Yes, today we mark the birthday of the Prince of Peace
even as the death of a peace-loving president
continues to occupy our attention.
The global grief surrounding Mandela’s passing
reminds us how a single life can alter the course of history.
Jesus did.

So did Moses,
Esther, Mohamed, Copernicus,
Luther, Lincoln, Gandhi,
Graham, King and Teresa.
And we can.

May we honor this day
with more than carol-singing,
over-eating or gift-giving.
May our presence in this world
be the gift that keeps on giving.
Amen.