Glory

Growth
Growth

He is omniscient
   all-omnipresent
       infinite always
       in charge of
                 all days.

We are known
   but unknowing,
            lost on our own
      yet with Him
            growing.
Every short minute
            coming
              or
            going,
      we are like sky light,
            fading
              and
            finite.

Still we will live on
            forever
            foregone,
            from when
              we were conceived.

Don’t be
     naive.
Don’t be
     deceived.

We’re agile
           and
          fragile,
          loved
           and
          beloved
       beyond the external.

We aren’t eternal.
    We’ll never be.

But we were designed
 both outside
         and
        inside
     of a clear space
                    and
                   time
 to be
   right where He placed us,
         empowered
         entrusted,
         attitudes adjusted,
         set apart from the rest
         persecuted
           and
         blessed
 to be
   who He called us,
         transformed from dust
                          from without
                          from within
 to shed light on Him,
         through the bright
         through the dim,
 to love Him and others
 to be sisters and brothers,
 to be part of His story
         and give Him
             the glory.

 

 

Painting inspired by The Anatomy of a Disciple.

Ephesus

Abandoned
Abandoned

(Based on the book of Ephesians and Revelation 2:1-7.)

 

Establishing shots of the city of Ephesus in biblical times

NARRATOR

There was the Ephesus then, that Paul wrote so fondly to, knowing his proud, father-like, prized letter would be circulated to the entire Ephesus-ish area. Though Paul’s emphasis was on Ephesus, the Ephesians understood the contents of the letter were meant for them to pass on to others, and they contently and generously did so.

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A dry farmland

EPHESIAN 1

Hey, have you heard the good news?

FARMER

Is the drought finally over?

EPHESIAN 1

Um, well, uh…

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Modern-day Ephesus

NARRATOR

Then came the Ephesus in Revelation, that seemed at first as if they did everything right. They were almost perfect – so they thought.

TWO EPHESIANS appear, saturated and pristine. Halos show up over their heads. Their teeth sparkle.

GOD
(voiceover)

Wrong!

Thunder crashes and lightning flashes.

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The parking lot of a grocery store

NARRATOR

They patiently endured people upon people with patient endurance.

A SMALL GIRL sneezes as she walks by EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3.

EPHESIAN 2
(enduring dramatically)

Bless you, my child.

A WOMAN walks by carrying multiple grocery bags to her car, having a very difficult time holding everything. A bag breaks and a carton of eggs falls to the ground, oozing a yellow, sticky mess. A bunch of apples and oranges fall out, and roll across the parking lot.

EPHESIAN 2

God bless her.

EPHESIAN 3

Mm-hmm.

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An underpass beneath major streets

As they quickly and smugly walk by while keeping their distance, EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3 toss coins at homeless people under the bridge.

EPHESIAN 3
(while still looking straight ahead)

May God bless you.

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A pet store

NARRATOR

They threw out false apostles from their misty midst…

EPHESIAN 4 opens the door and kicks out a FALSE APOSTLE who brought his snake in with him.

EPHESIAN 4

Dude, get your crazy, Kool-Aid-selling self outta here and take your snake with you! Who do you think you are!? Judas?

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Downtown Ephesus

EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3 walk along the sidewalk as the sky darkens and it starts to rain.

NARRATOR

…until their major wrong was suddenly righted by the Almighty God: they had lost their first and primary love (thunder crash), their singular priority over all others – that included their individual selves (thunder crash, crash). 

EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3 run to get under an awning.

NARRATOR

They had dropped their hearts along the road somewhere while they did all their seemingly good deeds.

EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3 suddenly look down at their chests and see holes that go right through them where their hearts used to be.

NARRATOR

They knew their hearts were out there somewhere, abandoned and lost. They tried not to think about them bouncing along the road (ploppish bloop) and squished beneath the traffic.

Cars drive by and horns blare. A car runs over a heart (koosh), and blood spurts out onto the sidewalk in front of EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3.

NARRATOR

The enitre, full armor of God suddenly had a whole new meaning they had never understood before, and they felt fully foolish.

EPHESIAN 2 and EPHESIAN 3, ashamed, hold their hands over the area where their hearts should have been.

NARRATOR

They tried to cover over the emptiness of their empty hearts that they themselves had emptied, as if they could fool God…

GOD
(voiceover, under His breath)

Heh.

NARRATOR

…who knew about all their emptying before they had ever emptied anything. They had gotten so caught up in themselves, and affinity-ed themselves with everyone they had an affinity to, that they had lost their true identity in the one who gave them an identity in the first place.

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The backyard of a mansion, with a pool, spa, high-end outdoor furniture and a built-in BBQ

EPHESIAN 4 holds up some salmon and places it on the grill.

NARRATOR

All the things they tried to identify with were watered down, flimsy and floppy. When told to repent, many Ephesians adopted the Parisian way of life instead, choosing to enjoy, while they could, the fish, wine and bread.

EPHESIAN 4 clinks his wine glass to the glass of his GIRLFRIEND and they each take a sip of wine.

EPHESIAN 4

Mmmmmmm…

NARRATOR

Though some understood at first, this mysterious mystery Paul had so eloquently explained to them remained a mystery to many.

GOD
(voiceover)

You there!

EPHESIAN 4 is startled. He looks all around and up at the sky.

GIRLFRIEND doesn’t notice anything.

GOD
(voiceover)

Yeah, you can hear me just fine.

EPHESIAN 4 looks around some more.

GIRLFRIEND is still oblivious.

GOD
(voiceover)

He’s the light of the world! You didn’t really think that meant He would light up with actual LEDs did you?

EPHESIAN 4, with a guilty look on his face, goes back to grilling his fish.

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A busy mall

NARRATOR

They hardened the hearts they had left toward what they had seen and heard. Their once livened aliveness slowly deadened, decayed and darkened.

EPHESIAN 2 leans against a wall, frowning at all the people walking in the mall.

EPHESIAN 3 wanders around slowly, aimlessly, zombielike.

NARRATOR

And they tried to fix themselves by themselves, doing the things they thought they ought to, hoping that in the end, those deeds they had done would all be enough.

EPHESIAN 2 sees A WOMAN carrying a lot of department store bags. He frowns even bigger, but reaches out to open the door for her.

EPHESIAN 3 reluctantly drops a few bucks in the Salvation Army bucket.

SALVATION ARMY LADY
(loudly enough to be heard over the ringing bell)

Bless you, Sir!

EPHESIAN 3 scowls at her.

NARRATOR

They had forgotten almost entirely about grace.

GIRL
(named Grace)

Who, me?

NARRATOR

No, not you. The grace by which they had been saved in the first place, the grace from their first taste of their first love, who had first loved them.


 

Thanks to Pat Dill for his help in editing and formatting, as well as affectionately titling this piece, “Pushing Ephesians” due to the similar narration style of Pushing Daisies.

Future

Colored Fog
Colored Fog

In the blur
     between a daydream
                     dreams
         and the everyday rhythm,
           trudging through
              subliminal reality,
   I lost the line
     that once was there
              somewhere.

Future
  past
    and
  present
     blend into
  today –
     at least for
  today,
    as time
      slows
      stills
       and
           speeds    up       again
                                  beyond understanding.

Yesterday
  is unrecognizable,
     caught in the talons
        of hopelessness
               and
            finality.

But somewhere –
      somewhere
 there is the promise
  of something more
      something planned
      something that actually
          means something,
      something unexpected
      something worth
          seeking out
      something worth
          searching for
      something worth
              waiting for.

 

Jeremiah 29:11-13

Unlikely

The Star
The Star

You called us
You called us to You
Even in darkness
You are able to use
Man and woman
Small and old
Warrior and meek
Wounded and bold

We are the unlikely
Help us reach to You
Before we fall
Help us follow You
Ahead of all
Help us follow You
Ahead of all

Through the cycle
Of sin disguised
As what we think is right
In our own eyes
You see through us
Every single one
You know our hearts
Our deepest parts
And all the thoughts
Under the sun

We are the unlikely
Help us reach to You
Before we fall
Help us follow You
Ahead of all
Help us follow You
Ahead of all

We submit
Our hearts to you
Unswervingly
Unwaveringly
Unabashedly
Unshakably
Through all we believe
And all we do
We submit
Our hearts to you

Help us reach to You
Before we fall
Help us follow You
Ahead of all
Help us follow You
Ahead of all

We are the unlikely
Help us reach to You
Before we fall
Help us follow You
Ahead of all
Help us follow You
Ahead of all

 

Inspired by the book of Judges and The Unlikely series at The Well.

Heartier

A Christmas Pumpkin
A Christmas Pumpkin

Halloween was incomplete this year.

We got busy,
      life got in the way,
   and Jeff and I
        weren’t able to carve pumpkins
                     together.

But we learned
   pumpkins are a lot heartier
          than we knew,
       because way back in October,
               the week of Halloween,
                    I bought one,
                      only one
          since we were limited on time –
             so limited that it sat uncarved
                   until mid-December.

It didn’t rot,
   so we thought we’d try
      something different
              with it,
           because why not?

And Jeff got to use a drill,
     which he loved!

So surprise
   to you and us.
         Jeff and I are able to say
                  Merry Christmas
             with a freshly “carved” pumpkin!

Burn

Fire Leaves
Fire Leaves

Some dreams
   are so strong
         so real
             vivid
             alive
     that they burn
       with possibility.

Then they break
     with a loud crack
        from the morning sunlight
             or
   life crashes down
     with its cruel authority
        of “no.”

Yet embers remain.

Should they be revived
       only to be suffocated again?

Should they be drowned
              harshly
        yet quickly
   to alleviate any future
     false hope?

Or should they be
   blown on
        softly
     to someday
        maybe
      become something
         that is yet unknown
               but worth the perseverance
                          against the day?

Unrecognizable

Stage 2
Stage 2

I’m experimenting
     playing
     attempting
       to create something
                       interesting
                       worthy of the time
                         it takes for me
                             to work through it all
                             to make the nothing
                                  it was before
                               into a rendition
                                    of the scene
                                       inside my head.

The two
   are      so        far            apart
      they are unrecognizable
             as related
                at all.

But I’m learning.

Brother

River in a Field
River in a Field

You seemed
  to make yourself
       as scarce as you could
             from your pesky little sister.

But you also
  tended to show up
        in the unlikeliest of times
           when I really needed someone,
           when you could
              get through to me
                       when no one else could.

You drove me to the mall
  to just spend time with me,
           goof around in the toy store,
        and – seriously, I still remember
                   that amazing smell –
            you bought me
                my first Cinnabon.

You took me up the hill
  over the city
     to watch fireworks
            on the Fourth of July
        from the back of your truck,
              and I had never seen
                  anything like them.

You brought me
  to what might be the best
     underground music store on earth,
  and took me 
     to an advanced screening
        of a movie in the theater,
             when I never even knew
                  those existed,
  and we connected over
     really great music together
         on the ride back home.

When I was torn from
  everyone I cared about
       and
  everything I knew,
    you took me out to the river
          in the fields
              with a camera,
                   showed me how to use it
            and introduced me to
               a different perspective.

Even when you tried to tease me
  or scare me to death –
       because apparently
           that’s what older brothers do – 
     you were the one who started teaching me
         a simple logic behind
             not being quite so fearful
                 about
                 every
                 little
                   or huge thing.

I know
  I was incessantly annoying to you
       and hard to be around.
I get that now.
But I always wanted
  to be around you
      because
   I wanted to know you
        and
   I wanted to be you.

You never knew
  how big you were
      to me
         or
  how much I looked up
      to you,
        my big brother, who
               somewhere along the line,
            also became my friend.


 

For Joe

Everyday

I once said
  I’d run away
           with you –
        when I was young,
                          in love
                   and unknowing –
           and I would have.

Being
    with you
       and in love
            with you
        for so many years,
  learning you,
  learning us,
    I’m understanding
      it’s not nearly as much
          about the romance
               of running away
                       with you
             as the everyday promise
                of staying
                       with you,
                    being
                       with you,
                    growing
                       with you,
                    growing into us.

Loving you
  is much bigger
     than running away.
It’s remaining
  in the day-to-day
     today and every day together,
       and loving you
               anyway
           no matter what,
               like the way
                    you love me.

Through every laugh
             every difficulty
             every challenge
      and every distance
          we put between us,
              however close
                                   or far away
        in this complicated yet
              simple dance,
                 I wrap my arms
                    around your neck
                         and hug you close
                      because you are my only.

You are
  so much more
          than I have ever deserved,
    and I’m sure,
       much more
          than I ever will.

 

For My Jeff

The Cure – Just Like Heaven

Be

To be
       who
   or what
    you want
       to be,
 to not question
        alltheminutedetails,
 to live
      in a dream
          for the night
     with no obligations
                 expectations
                      or
    incorrect assumptions.

To return
   to easy and
      uncomplicated,
to not take everything
        so seriously
            and just enjoy
              the silliness
                  for what it is
       without making it into
               something it isn’t.

To giggle
    laugh
    have fun
        creating memories,
 to indulge
     the sugar high
        with no regrets,
 to slow down,
     savor the short time
           and just simply
                  be.