Celebrating the undying faith of the Chicago Cubs’ fan

An ivy-walled cathedral stands at Addison and Clark.
The congregants assemble poised to praise.
But their dreams are dashed each season
as their prayers fall on deaf ears.
And yet these dreamers pray for better days.

To be a Cubs fan takes real faith.
Believing what’s not seen
requires true religion that breeds hope.
The faithful flock to Wrigley Field convinced their day will come.
Their years of penance fuel their means to cope.

Yet countless die still waiting
for the answer to their prayers
and are buried in their Cubbies red and blue.
The evidence of what’s unseen
remains within their hearts
and those who know that miracles are true.

Their faith will be rewarded.
It’s a matter just of time
when Cubs fans (the whole world over) loudly cheer.
And the Friendly Confines’ choir
will sing out through tears of joy.
Can you hear them? Just you wait! Is this the year?

Reflections on the shootings in Oregon

“Are you a Christian?” they were asked.
And when they answered “Yes!”
the young crazed gunman heartlessly took aim
at Roseburg students caught off-guard
who didn’t stand a chance
when they invoked their precious Savior’s name.

Much like the martyrs we’ve heard of
who lost their very lives
refusing to deny their source of life,
these young collegians gave their all
and forfeited their dreams
to one day be a husband or a wife.

What will you answer if you’re asked
about your true beliefs?
Will you (like Peter) vacillate and lie?
Or will you (like those brave young folks
in Oregon last week)
speak up for Jesus though it means you die?

It just might be the year

It’s the year that Ernie left us
and it just might be the year
that the Cubs of Wrigley Field go all the way.
What Ron Santo died believing
would in time be realized
may be just around the corner come what may.

Way back when Japan surrendered
at the end of World War 2
was the last time that the Cubbies danced the dance.
But they failed to win the Series
and a dry spell then ensued
that for seventy long years would steal their chance.

But they have a chance this season.
Series fever’s in the air.
Banks and Santo have connections in the sky.
If the fans just keep believing
and the players do their part
there’s no telling what will happen if we try.

Foul Ball Boy has been forgiven
and the goat’s curse is reversed
as the Friendly Confines boast a Jumbotron.
Cubs fans all around the country
are united by the hope
that their ‘much-loved losers” winning ways go on.

The Pope visits America

From Rome (with love) a Father comes
to cheer his family
and wrap his arms around them with his words.
Pope Francis speaks the truth of Christ
with gentleness and grace.
He humbly feeds his flock most self-assured.

Amazingly, this man of God
is followed by the press.
Both chambers of the Congress welcomed him.
The lines of Church-and-State have blurred.
He gets a pass it seems.
The rules have been rewritten once again.

And though the man’s a Catholic
and I’m a Protestant,
I’m grateful for the message he conveys:
to understand the overlooked,
to overcome the past,
to offer friendship to both straight and gays.

A Prayer for the Refugees

Lord God, be near them as they flee
from terror, death and tyranny
in search of where they might live free.
They’re hopeful and they’re brave.

Like those who fled from Pharaoh’s hand
who trudged through barren sifting sand,
these, too, dream of a promised land
where life can start anew.

From Syria they migrate west.
These huddled masses (tightly pressed)
have little clothing, food or rest.
We watch their plight through tears.

O God, please lead them on their way.
Remind them why they couldn’t stay.
And for their children, Lord, I pray
that You will keep them safe.

And help me know what I can do
to help the helpless loved by You
until their wanderings are through
and dreams are realized.