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  • Hero enough

    Here he is—God

    sitting on a hill

    men and women looking at him

    waiting.

    It’s his opening class,

    as it were,

    his very first public lecture,

    the launch of his ministry.

    “He began to teach them”

    God begins to teach us

    in a human voice,

    face to face.

    And how does he start?

    What does God say, first?

    Blessed are the poor in spirit

    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

    If you are here looking at me

    says Jesus

    and think I would never pick you,

    because of what you know

    about yourself:

    how unqualified you are

    how unfit

    how inadequate

    for God.

    Think again.

    What you know

    about everything

    is barely anything.

    You can’t see

    the shining kingdom

    that fills the hills around you

    like chariots of fire,

    like a sparkling stream in a blazing desert,

    like a world aflame with glory.

    You can’t hear its song.

    But it’s more real

    than what you do see.

    And God, the King

    wants to share it.

    He is looking

    for those who think

    he’s not looking for them

    —who think he

    would never go looking

    for them.

    He is.

    In fact, he won’t share his kingdom

    with anyone

    but them.

    And that

    is one of the first things

    God on the hill

    wants us to know.

    It’s okay to be who you are.

    God’s not looking for heroes.

    He is hero enough

    for all of us.

  • Feeling small?

    Blessed are the poor in spirit.

    Feeling small?

    Hollow?

    Inadequate?

    …alone?

    Tired of so much failure?

    So many missteps and false starts?

    Are you

    deep inside

    afraid you’re just not enough?

    Perfect.

    You are, you know.

    You’re all those things.

    So am I.

    Which is great

    because one of Jesus’ very first teachings

    is that our poor, impoverished, spirits

    are just the kind of space

    God loves to fill.

    “Blessed are the poor in spirit,

    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

  • How do I know?

    My know has taken a beating.

    It’s a ship battered,

    sails tattered,

    creaking into harbour

    hardly worth mending.

    Relentless storms pushed it

    miles off course.

    I tossed all the cargo,

    lost some sails completely

    while others flap–riggings torn.

    It’s been a storm.

    Winds howling, drowning

    out Your voice;

    salt water in my eyes

    spun around and lost.

    So how do I know?

    How do I know You are, at all?

    More, how do I know You are good?

    When you let the storm rage on?

    How do I know?

    I know by how wrong the storm feels,

    how alien the ravaged ship.

    I know by the yearning

    for a day

    where the sun shines

    and the wind fills my sails

    carries me across a sparkling sea.

    Sometimes

    in the dark storm

    the only way I know You

    is by how much I want you.