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.

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Saturday, January 31, 2026

The Moment You Banished


The Moment You Banished

(“They trample the heads of the poor into the dust of the earth, and they turn aside the claims of the oppressed.” Amos 2:7a)

When you turned away to follow the gleam of gold
and the sparkle of silver you left the dust behind
for anyone you called homeless in your prearranged language.
You build statues to your name;
you cast away the foreigner from your front door.
You think you’ve received commission from the gods
and your bank account is enough to make you believe.
You take the whole pie for yourself and sweep the crumbs
under the rug. You would keep the rain from falling on
the poor man’s field and hoard it for you own if you could.
They are impoverished by the way you feed on the
vintages you make sure they cannot afford. You
have turned up the music and hear nothing of their
cries that carry across the canyon you have created.
You don’t answer the phone when it rings for you;
you don’t open the door to the east wind blowing the
songs of the workers from the castaway fields. You
cannot hear their winter dirges for the frozen dreams
you have pierced with your penthouse palisades.

But there is one who hears, there is one who sees
every idol erected to your ego. You will find,
at the end of the day, how empty your idolatry
became
the moment you banished the oppressed from your
mind.

Monday, January 22, 2024

I Saw What You Carry

I Saw What You Carry

(“So then, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” Romans 8:1)

You walked by and I saw what you carry,
I saw the burdens, the load heaped on you from
far before I knew you. I saw the weight on your
face and around your eyes, the gravity that draws
you down.

The voices you hear are not your own,
or god,
or conscience,
but lyrics of dissonance that have cast
you aside.
Your song is higher. Your melody is sun
and wine. Your story is timeless. Your place

In this world

Was infested with thorns when
poppies should have covered your days
from hill to pond, from pond to horizon,
from horizon to sunsets inhabited by
butterflies.

I will shoulder the load for a while. I will
rewrite the lyrics.
I will find a place, a meadow or a beach,
where you can lay some of them down.
I will reflect the way the light plays off your face,
I will let you see your original portrait in my heart.

Lay them down. Breathe the daylight. Believe you
are flawed and fabulous, free and no mere accident.
Lay them down. And this moment, this second,
this tiny universe of time,
feel the hands of all who have loved you
and leave the others behind.

You walked by and I saw the light in
everyone’s eyes that
twinkle because of you.
You were never meant for ice, though some
have left you cold. And this season,
this turning, this inexact point in time,
feel the hearth of all the hearts that
would warm you forever,
because they have seen you

Walk by too.

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Carry Me

Carry Me

(“Blessed be the Lord—day after day he carries us along.” Psalm 68:19 [The Message]) 

Spared the paper illusions, I moved on with the day.
The sky fell upon us like a dust devil bringing the
clouds’ perfume to inches from our reach. Though it
had never happened this way
since time began,
we were not frightened. We knew the universe is chunkier
than thin papyrus or tomato soup.
On the average every day opens like an unwrapped gift
left inside the living room window.
But the box is heavier than I’m willing to admit.
The corners are taped so carefully it takes until
well in the afternoon to
open it. By that time, I’ve used up my portion and
retire to wonder why some promises have a half-life
of hello and goodbye. Lately I simply wander
the same path up the hill toward the woods and
back home to the empty doorway. This is not a
complaint.
Just the words of uninvited pain and wordless days.

So

Carry me.

By the way,
I don’t blame anyone. I’ve been paper-thin in
my day too. I’ve lost my favorite hat to the desert wind.
I’ve sighed too many names. I’ve left too many guessing
what my words would be. And so I hear you say

Carry me.

I’ve always taken friendships too seriously. And
duties have frightened me away from extended afternoons
in simple laziness. We should have shared more beers.
Watched more baseball. Laughed at how silly all our
doctrine became
once people decided they were experts
about God.

We all just need a day or two to be
carried away.

Saturday, May 20, 2023

I Want to Lay Down Pretense

I Want to Lay Down Pretense

(“And whoever does not carry their cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:27)

I want to lay down pretense,
I want to carry nothing with me but the way
truth and love chase the shadows away.
I want to be the old man on the porch who
children come to see. I want to hear about the
new baby, the goal they made in soccer, their first crush,
their questions about leaves in the wind and branches that
break overnight next to their window.
I am too full of stories. I am I too many. I am lately
a receiver with no need to broadcast
what I have heard,
what I have learned,
what I think are the deepest concerns an
old man
should have.

I want to lay down attraction,
I want to exist like clouds pregnant with shade.
I want to listen to silence and let it be the only
healing I need.
I want to be the old man with his dog
who stops to speak to a woman bent with age,
clutching her cane,
carrying shopping bags that pull her closer to
the ground. I want to touch her sun-painted arm
spotted like bark and say something that makes her
feel lighter.

I do not want to fight for attention.

I want to be the white-haired man whose age is
still to be determined. Though mirrors do not lie (but
they do, those 2-dimensional scoundrels) I want the
humor of a teenager,
the wonder of a toddler,
and a day when, though nothing happens,
I find love is always enough to
fill my heart with one more breezy conversation.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Overburdened


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Overburdened

Jesus said, “How terrible it will be for you experts in the Law, too! You load people with burdens that are hard to carry, yet you don’t even lift a finger to ease those burdens.” Luke 11:46

There is one word that describes Jesus’ strong message aimed at the Pharisees and teachers of the law: hypocrisy. Time and time again he tells them that their actions do not match their teaching. He excoriates them for looking good on the outside but inside are “full of greed and evil”. He says they “neglect justice and the love of God.” They love to be noticed in the marketplace; they teach others but are unteachable themselves.

Jesus uses a picture common to the customs of the day. They “load people with burdens” in the same way a person would load up a donkey, camel or other beast of burden to the point where it could hardly move. As they traveled down the road, the owner would walk alongside, carrying nothing himself, berating and beating the animal if it slowed down or stopped, with no concern for the animal’s feelings or welfare.

The religious leaders had encumbered people in the same way, with “burdens too hard to carry.” The NLT paraphrases it this way, “You crush people with impossible religious demands.” There are two ways they did this. First, they would insist on “eye for an eye” punishment for any infraction of the Law. They had forsaken justice and mercy, having boiled God’s word down to a list of moral duties that they themselves were not able to keep. In other words, they had forsaken humanity itself.

It goes without saying that we need laws and guidelines for life. We need guide rails to keep us on track and to prevent us from falling over the edge. But when the law becomes more important than people, we have created an idol of the law.

This is what the Pharisees did with the Sabbath. When Jesus healed on the Sabbath, they accused him of breaking God’s law. Jesus healed a paraplegic who had never walked. The man, joyful over his healing, picked up his mat (the bed upon which he slept and from which he begged), and began to walk home. Because it was the Sabbath, the Pharisees singled him out for judgment and criticism. No rejoicing that God had healed a suffering man, only idolatrous worship of “the law”.

This led into the second way in which they loaded people down. Not only did they elevate the law over human need, but they added their own traditions to it. A person could not carry a burden on their shoulders on the Sabbath, nor with their “left of right hand”, but if it could be carried with a single finger, this was allowed. They accused Jesus’ disciples of “doing work” on the Sabbath when they took a few grains from a stalk of wheat to eat. They were “harvesting” on the Sabbath.

But Jesus tells them that they load people down, doing nothing to actually help them carry the very loads they have created. The limit of a Sabbath day’s journey was 2,000 cubits (about 1,000 yards) from a person’s residence. The religious leaders created their own loophole. They would tie a rope across the end of the street, the end of the street became his residence, and he could go 1,000 feet beyond that.

These loopholes, of course, were reserved only for the religious elite. For the common folk they would not even lift a finger to “ease those burdens.”

Imagine a church that has a small storage shed on its property. It is discovered that a homeless young man has been sleeping in it over the winter. He also has a relationship of several years with both the church and its pastor but did not have “permission” to sleep in the shed. Now imagine that one or more of the church leaders discover the situation. They immediately react with “this cannot happen!” The young man is expelled from the shed. Oh, and no further ideas are floated about how to actually help the young man.

Is it possible that we, too, load people with burdens and do not lift a finger to help them?

Imagine a church where people are taught that evolution is evil and demonic. That church hosts a “Creation Seminar” and invites area pastors and churches to attend. But, as it turns out, the seminar does not simply show evidences for a Creator. It is a diatribe against any view other than 6,000-year-old earth. It forces anyone who disagrees to be seen as an outsider even though neither the Bible nor Science advocate for such a young earth.

Is it possible that we, too, load people with burdens and do not lift a finger to help them?

More importantly, though, is what is currently taking place at our southern border. Yesterday, a Federal career attorney with the Department of Justice actually got up and argued before the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals that the following met their interpretation of "safe and sanitary" for children:
1. Providing no bedding and forcing the children to sleep on a concrete floor
2. Lights on 24/7
3. Cooling the room to extremely low temperatures (the infamous "Freezers" are kept at about 55, it's unclear the exact temp involved here but everyone agreed it was cold)
4. Providing only an aluminum "blanket"
5. Refusing to provide soap
6. Refusing to provide toothbrushes or toothpaste

Reread that list. Now imagine if anyone treated your child or grandchild this way. How can anyone make the arguments that this is an acceptable way to treat a child. How can any of my fellow citizens be okay with this? And, more to the point, how can any follower of Christ support an administration willing to load this ugly, sinful burdens upon innocent children? This is tidal wave of evil that a great many are cheering, or pretending does not matter.

Yes, it is possible. We are loading people with burdens and not lifting a finger to help them.

Here is how Jesus said he helped those who are burdened:

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and loaded down with burdens, and I will give you rest. Place my yoke on you and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble, and you will find rest for your souls, because my yoke is pleasant, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

Jesus takes our burdens. Let us be like Jesus.