Never Sleeps

While a pastor on the Fort Berthold Reservation I was honored with the Indian name, "NeverSleeps". It was primarily because I was often responding to particular needs in the middle of the night.

Even more relevant, the Lord Himself, Maker of all, "Never Sleeps".

Surely you know.
Surely you have heard.
The Lord is the God who lives forever,
who created all the world.
He does not become tired or need to rest.
No one can understand how great his wisdom is.

Isaiah 40:28

Welcome to every reader. I am a simple follower of Jesus. He is perfect, I often fall short.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

A Few Ways

A Few Ways

(“And they were astonished beyond measure, saying, ‘He has done all things well; he even makes the deaf hear and the dumb speak.’” Mark 7:37)

And here are a few other ways that He is different from
gurus and pundits, spiritualists and sages.
He turns the entire world inside out, the foundations we dug
now float away to the hidden warehouses of the snow.
And He builds with cast-off lumber, chinked bricks,
scads of shards indistinguishable from pebbles strewn
on the hardpan soil of desert expanse.

And here are a few other ways He challenges the
assumption of His some-time prophets who see the
End OF THE World at every shaking off San Francisco,
Peru or Japan. Or the scan the skies for the latest
blue moon array and exclaim the telltale signs that Jesus
is ready to get real mad now that He has spent 2,000 years
holding in all his anger, being nice, and all, full of grace and all,
for over two millennia, and that is more than enough time to wait.
The world was created in a week, and within the next week His
lightning and thunder will bloodily turn the undertow foamy.
Mark the date, people,
Empty your plates, people,
Walk straight, people because the Eastern Sky will explode
in gall and wrath just days after I’ve finished cashing all my checks
sent in by so many who
took the bait, people.

And here are a few other ways to welcome His coming
with visits to the unwashed cells of unwanted humans,
with encounters in stuffy rooms that smell of excrement where
the unknown aged wait their last breath alone,
with cookies for children with sores upon their faces,
with hugs for antagonists,
honey for adversaries,
and healing for every man (high, low, above, below)
who has a past you’ve never met, but who has a past
that keeps him awake at night.


And here are a few other ways He is different
than
any
other.

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