Sunday, November 30, 2014

Song of the Abased


Song of the Abased
by Tim Reed

We reach out from the sackcloth and the ashes
From the pit of the grave, we emerge
We are called to the invisible path of Faith
We can't deny the purpose for which we've been made

Is what we see truly all there is?
Or are we living our lives in a world not our own?
Pressed down, we are crushed, torn, and battered
with our faith that as a pauper, we will wear a crown
Despised, hated, and rejected - we hold a thread unseen by all

This faith we have will never be easy,
but hold we must, no matter how low we fall.

Falling, we rise.
Dying, we live.
Dead, we arise.
Cursed - we live again. 

We reach out from the sackcloth and the ashes
From the pit of the grave, we emerge
We are called to the invisible path of Faith
We can't deny the purpose for which we've been made

How can we truly go on living,
when all we have is ripped away?
How can we cope with such great sorrow,
when all are are is fallen away? 
These flames of doubt tear at our being
but they've forgotten that their day is Near.
Through the clouds, in crimson path descending
on a Steed as white as Snow
Will come our King, the victory shout resounding
All doubt will Cease - no more crying now.

Falling, we rise.
Dying, we live.
Dead, we arise.
Cursed - we live again. 

We reached out from the sackcloth and the ashes
from the pit of the grave, we Emerged
We held fast - sure is our Faith
We Behold the Purpose for which we've been Made

Fallen, we rose
Dying, we lived
Dead, we arose
Cursed - we live again. 

 

Friday, November 21, 2014

Ode to Antiquity


by Tim Reed

I read into your eyes
- I see a half century
I gaze on your words
- I see a full epoch

 Strong hands grip my shoulders
- I know your thoughts
Dangling mosses caress my brow
- I know your pain

Ink forms puddles about my feet
 - the same book, a different line
 Pages flow through my soul
- your voice echoes to eternity.

Friday, November 7, 2014

opus 43






opus 43
by Tim Reed

Come, o White-hair
and let us discourse together.

Instruct me in the ways of the aged,
teach me from the heart of experience.
Lead me on a path far from the snares of youth,
that I may take sure and wise paths.

You who have dined with kings
and laughed with fools -
how do you slake your Thirst?

You who have tasted
both water and wine -
how do you satisfy
the Burning within?

You who have walked
with knights and knaves -
what is the reward
of Justice?

The sluggard and the acolyte -
both you have known.
But both are drawn together to Sheol.

What then is the sum of our travail?

You who have loved and hated -
what does the vexation of our heart profit us?

You who have searched out the secrets of the heavens -
and seen the horrors of war -
what is the merit of learning and strategy?

You who have revealed and disclosed -
guarded and obscured -
what good does a shrewd mind bring forth?

Tell me, Old Man,
for I am waiting.
Tell me, Old Man,
if you know such things.
Tell me, Old Man,
the one bitter secret to make life sweet.
Tell me, Old Man,
if you know.

Let us reason together, if that has merit.
Let us discuss the heart, if that is profitable.
Let us speak of fools and kings, of knights and knaves, if indeed justice is just.
Let us reveal and obscure deep secrets, if there truly are any.
Let us build and tear down empires, if there truly are riches to be had.

Tell me, Old Man,
if indeed you have learned
these things unseen,
unknown,
unfelt.

Tell me, Old man,

if you know.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

On the Devaluation of Communication and Relationships

by Tim Reed

     It's apparently that time of year again- the time for the obligatory young-adult Facebook purge. Pardon me if I'm not excited by your valiant "counter-cultural effort". But if you have an interest to know why I'm disinterested, please read on.

     Economics. The reason I have lost my interest in the vast majority of social media is economics. Let me illustrate. You have something of extreme value to you - perhaps a priceless family heirloom. All of a sudden, a man knocks on your front door and offers to buy this treasure from you. As you are hard up on cash, you are interested in the man's offer and ask him how much he is willing to pay you. With a gleam in his eye, he gives you the choice between 10 pounds of gold or 10 pounds of dirt. 

What would you choose? 

    Wouldn't you choose the gold (banning the idea that you are, perhaps, a fanatical gardener)? Why? Don't we value more what is rare and beautiful? Why isn't dirt as valuable? Isn't it because it is everywhere and we see it all the time? Why are people willing to pay so much for priceless art? Isn't it because it's absolutely unique and almost never seen? At this time, I think my parallel should be blatantly obvious. 

     What value do we place in communication when it is so easily done and so readily received? What value is there in people's words and voices when we see them every day, in an endless barrage of social media? All day long, everyday we receive idea after idea after idea with no cost to us. Routinely we share thoughts, post after post after post with decreasing impact. In the wake of the electronic age, we have lost the necessary cost of relationship. We have lost our meaning as a society, and what have we gained instead? 

Insecurity. 

Fear.

Meaningless communication.

Shallow relationships.

Call me an old soul if you like - it's not an insult to me. I don't mind criticizing the new if it's meaningless.

     There was a time when communication actually mattered - when people mattered. There was a time when communication was weighty - when you remembered what was said to you by those people you choose to be in fellowship with. Words had value - but they were more rare. Words had value because they were more rare. You knew people - but you knew less people. People had value because you knew them, because you knew less people. Friendship meant more when we were more concerned with the quality of our friendship rather than the quantity of our friendships.

    Relationships used to cost us something. Communication used to cost us something. It came as an epiphany to me when I realized that when I removed all barriers for people to be friends or to communicate, something strange happened. People didn't form friendships. People didn't participate in deep communication. Friendship without cost is like breathing without air - it doesn't work. I can think of two of the best forms of communication (and therefore friendship - for how can friendship exist without communication?), and neither of them is without barriers, and both require investment. First of all, I can think of spending intentional time with people, face-to-face. This requires that we set aside time!

 "But I don't have any time to give!"

    You don't know how many times I've said that. And here's the truth for you - you never will have enough time. But true friendship isn't about cramming meaningful relationships into the open places in our life - it's about carving time out of our schedules because we value something. It's going to cost us something somewhere, but the reward of true friendship and communication is priceless. When you look at it this way, prioritization becomes pretty straightforward.

    Secondly, I think that we should bring back writing letters.

"But it's so awkward!" "I have horrible hand-writing!" "I don't have the time to write a letter!"

Again, I used to believe all of these things until I really looked at letter-writing. First of all, it takes time. Valuable time. Ring any bells yet? It costs us, and sometimes dearly. We have to set apart time to write (an archaic skill for many of us who have a keyboard-centrism that is alarming in and of itself for a myriad of reasons). We have to work through hand cramps and live without the world of "backspace" and "autocorrect". Transparency comes more naturally because our flaws and humanity comes through in a profound way - flaws that need to be shared. In addition, it costs us postage! But it just adds another layer of meaning to our communication. That person is valuable - my communication with that person is valuable.

    My day lights up when I receive a hand-written letter because I see the value! I know that whoever wrote to me thought that communicating with me was worth the cost - they think that I'm worth the cost. And when I work my way back through all of those same barriers, I am privileged to show the same thing.

     As much as people don't stress the vehicle for communication and the medium for friendships these days, I want to leave a golden legacy behind me. I don't want to participate in the deluge of information anymore - I want to breathe value into my words and relationships. I want people to remember me as a real person - flawed and messy, but real. Maybe you won't be comfortable with my transparency, but I'm going to be transparent anyway.

 These are my thoughts, and they're gritty - my sister says that I'm "abrasive". But that's real. I don't just want to be real, I want people to experience how real I am and experience the value I place on them. And I want to know the real people around - I want to learn about them in real ways.

     And this is fundamentally why I'm not impressed with these temporary social media purges. Since when has sacrificing shallow fellowship for two weeks become something that is laudable in and of itself? Inevitably, you come back to your stream of endless communication, like a pig to the slop - too afraid to leave behind a part of your culture you view as indispensable.I've gotten sucked in too, so I'm not just writing inflammatory anti-social-media propaganda as a person with their head stuck in the sand. I know how hard it feels, but isn't it worth it to reclaim a part of our humanity that is so distorted by our concept of friendship and communication?

    So what about my fear of missing out? It's there. I'll freely own up to that. But I'm also willing to fight for real, valuable communication. I'm willing to fight for costly, messy relationships. I'm not asking you step out with me, but I am asking you to think about the importance not only of what we say, but how we say it.

I think that the difference could be just what we've been missing. 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

The Fortress




"The Fortress"
 by Tim Reed

Why this battle, Why this war for my soul?
Every day, whether I am strong or weak the attack comes, leaving me poor in spirit,
delving into the recesses of my mind.
And there I find, though it grieves me greatly, a stronghold of darkness,
built brick by brick through each rebellion to His will.
See how the flagstones overlap, each laid by a thought not checked and severed.
And so in my despair I cry out to My Lord,
"Jesus, God! Save me from myself!"
I bow to the sovereign Lord of all creation and weep openly.
But the grace He bestows floods from His very presence,
destroying all deeds of darkness, breaking every flagstone until the fortress I did find is no more.
He takes my hand in His and leads me out. And there in His rest I find peace.
Truly there is peace like a river and it has cast down my stronghold until the flesh is no more.
Here in my soul now flows the clean flood of Christ.

Tell me, will you now let it flood your soul?
Through Christ alone there is rest, and only by Him is your fortress cast down.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Ruins

The Ruins
by Tim Reed

gnarled fingers clutch timeless stones
ashen locks grip bleached bones
pale books of sight grasp broken windows
rubble recalls a distant past

above, the raven's call
below, the dust of nations
with me, thoughts of the ages
what value is in the temporary?

yesterday slips into forever
today joins the Yesterday
tomorrow is as good as past
- this is life in the ruins

What Poetry is to Me

Poetry to me is raw, emotive force.

Poetry gives voice to my heart when I don't understand what my heart is saying.

Poetry clarifies in my mind that which I cannot grasp.

Poetry isn't for you - it's for me. If I write poetry to please my audience, it tames my humanity.

Poetry for me is true vulnerability - You cannot simply read my words, but you rather take away a part of me.

Poetry is where I don't feel the need to be perfect or accepted.

Poetry is where I escape my bravado and am left with myself and the world, broken or beautiful as I truly see it.

Poetry is healing to me, often.

This is what poetry is to me.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Unknowable?






Unknowable? 
by Tim Reed



a voice of light
eyes of sound
fingers that feel thought

peaceful war
free fate
a world of determined choice

a sea of air
heavens of water
intangible elements surround

facts, King
experience, Monarchy
uncombined - A n a r c h y 

God is this
God is that
your words - conjecture

Does knowledge exist?

A world where I exist by doubt -
by doubt alone I breathe - 
such a world is malaise to my essence

chains of skepticism my wrists embrace
-  a nebulous python

Oh Python and Chains
~ see your shrine ~
~ see your throng of acolytes ~

"How dare you 
question the snake?"

"How dare you 
unlock the chains?" 

I would rather embrace the shame of assuming knowledge
than to bow.

I would rather see shapes with my eyes 
hear sounds with my ears.

I do not follow.

Your pretty words and self-importance.
Your obscene piety of impiety

They are not my lens. 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Moths to Flame



     What I'm going to talk to you about may sound a bit mystical. What I'm going to talk to you about may challenge you personally, and will certainly stand in opposition to our culture. What I'm going to talk to you about will almost never be viewed as a popular thing. What I'm going to talk to you about is at the core of American culture. What I'm going to talk to you about is at the core of modern society. What I'm about to talk to you about is a sickness - a disease. What I'm going to talk to you about today is fear, disguised in heroism and self-importance. What I'm going to talk to you about today is at the root of the death of critical thought, true creativity, and most importantly - spiritual growth and maturity.

What I'm  compelled to talk about today is our obsession with "busyness".

      Stop and think for a moment. Is not busyness one of the prime cultural values we have? I'm not talking about diligence - I'm talking about busyness. Diligence is careful and persistent work or effort, whereas busyness is the quality of simply being busy.  We spend every day, packed to the brim with activity - both meaningful and meaningless. Even our amounts of "down time" are filled by social media, hollow and unproductive hobbies, movies, television, etc... You name it.

 In a world where we often spend much time and money on down time, we have lost the core of what it means to rest. In a world where we spend year upon year in colleges and jobs learning day in and day out, we have lost the capacity to truly think and engage life within our own minds. In a world where Christ-followers will spend weekends at conferences or countless hours listening to worship music, podcasts, or speakers, we have lost our capacity to interact with God on His terms and in the quiet. In a world where we are constantly told that obtaining self-esteem is King, we have buried our inadequacy in a frenzy of activity and have become petrified to face ourselves.

Fear.

Fear is what drives our obsession with busyness.

     We are primarily afraid to face ourselves. When we stop and think in absolute mental quietude, with no tasks or amusements to obscure reality, we are brought face to face with ourselves. We get to see ourselves and our heart, unpixelated, with no perfume or glamour, with no positive self-image or motivational platitudes - we see ourselves in the raw reality of our humanity. We see ourselves, and it frightens us. Suddenly, no task or accomplishment is relevant. No humor or kindness is enough to mask the bitter truth of the unedited "me" that I see. This is why so many of us become obsessed with ourselves and our "tasks", "responsibilities", "occupations", "roles", "goals", or "dreams" - distractions that speak sweet lies over our inadequacy. As long as we stay busy, we get to feel good about ourselves. We even heap needless stress on ourselves like some sadist who can't slake his lust for self-inflicted pain. The unspoken truth that we believe is that even this pain and stress is better than having to face ourselves in the quiet.

     But we are not just afraid of ourselves. We are afraid of God, and we have to listen to Him when we quiet ourselves. We have to recall His truth and are brought to our knees when we see our inadequacy in stark comparison to His adequacy. When we are brought to face His truth, the lies that we adopt into our thinking and feelings begin to squirm. If only we would stay here long enough to deal with these lies, instead of quickly retreating and allowing the parasites of untruth to remain unchallenged.

     We are afraid to trust God's sufficiency. I am afraid to trust God's sufficiency. When I feel the need for love, or peace, or comfort, or direction, I prefer to trust the works and busyness of my own life rather than to relinquish control to the "known unknown" that is God's goodness, character, and plan. I would rather delve into the emptiness of vain work than to make Him and His abundant grace my joy.

     We are lastly afraid to trust God's work in us. We look at ourselves and see where we are, but so often neglect to see where we have come from and the promises of God about where He is taking us. When we only look at our present state, we become even more depressed about our failings and even less trusting of our heavenly Father. How do I know? This is the exact pitfall that I stumble into, sometimes far too often to admit. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. If we were honest with each other, I'm pretty sure there are a lot of us that get depressed when we stop and face ourselves and face God.

But this was never meant to be.

Truth: God IS sufficient to our every need.

Truth: God IS at work in us, changing us and shaping us to be more like Christ.

Truth: With God's redemption, we know that He is the dearest friend we can have, and that He covers every iota of failure that we have.

Truth: We have no excuse to sacrifice the richness of time spent learning who God is and who He has made the "new creation" inside of us to be.

Truth: It's about time that we stop wallowing in the sadistic habits of busyness just to avoid ourselves and God.

Truth:  My God, I am not - but You are.

     If we do not get over ourselves and learn to spend time now in thought, meditation, and prayer - time alone with our unedited self and with our King - we will squander this abundant life that He has given us. We will take the gifts and joy He has given us, and we will never use them. We will be content to bury these good things in the basement of our lives just so that we never have to confront the lies in our lives.

     We will always have slow (or no) spiritual growth in our lives if we do not make these mental and spiritual habits of self-confrontation and communion with God intentional. We need to take time away from our own self-importance to let Him speak into our lives.

We need a mid-life crisis.

Not the Harley Davidson or wardrobe transformation mid-life crisis. Not the vacation home in Hawaii or the grandchildren obsession mid-life crisis. The crisis that questions a life spent. The crisis that wonders if you've left a legacy. The crisis that makes you ask if what you've done was meaningful. The crisis that makes you ask who you are. I think people are forced to this crisis point at retirement because they're suddenly forced to slow down and reflect. They're suddenly alone, with no curtain of tasks or roles to hide behind. They've finally grown up.

Why does it have to take 55 years of our lives to get there?

It doesn't.

I'm calling mid-life crisis displaced reflection. It's a displaced self-realization. It's a displaced God-realization. We try to fill it with many things, but that's the purpose of the crisis. It's a tension that we were always meant to feel. We still would, if we weren't injecting ourselves with the numbing drug of the lies about God and about ourselves.

It's time to go cold-turkey.

This is where you won't be popular.

When you decide to tell people "no" because you need to spend your time more wisely. When you don't keep in touch with people every 2 seconds on facebook because you were away from your computer or smartphone thinking about God's identity that He's placed in you. When you miss some inconsequential work event because you took the time to get away and to think and pray.

People won't understand.

They'll think you're lazy.

They'll think your priorities are screwed up.

But the truth is, we need this. We need it more than the cheap veneer of pleasant lies. We need it more than a "positive self-image". We need it more than professional recognition. It's time to ditch the busyness for a life better spent now. It's culturally unacceptable. According to the habits of the younger generation, it's unprecedented and definitely "uncool". But it's worth it. God is worth it. We are worth it, when He is in us.

Where are you, men and women of valor?

Where are you, children of the King?

It's time to come into the light. 





Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Old and New - Old on New




Old and New - Old on New
by Tim Reed

Light stabbed through the darkness
and found its way to newborn eyes
eyes - windows from the soul to the skies

Warmth reached from the earth
and found its way to newborn skin
skin - a shell for what is truly within

A word flowed through empty space
and found its way to newborn ears
ears - the gatekeeper through the years

-~()~- -~()~- -~()~-


Eyes grasp through yellowed pages
angled and offset through time
antique windows set in a fresh frame

Skin caresses the living and dead
skilled and clumsy, seasoned and new
a worn canvas gripping an untouched easel

Ears sentry a weathered gate
strong but frail, waking and sleeping
a retired soldier bears a lion's heart 


-~()~- -~()~- -~()~- 

 New on new
a world without guile 
new on new
a world experienced afresh
new on new
a world of vibrancy
new on new
youth


-~()~- -~()~- -~()~-

old on old
a world of wisdom
old on old
a world of prudence
old on old
a world of richness
old on old
age


-~()~- -~()~- -~()~-


old and new
a world of contrast
old and new
a world at war
old and new
conflict

-~()~- -~()~- -~()~- 

old on new
a new vessel, an old captain

old on new
a world of fresh ancient perspective

old on new
 yellowed eyes read white pages

old on new 
old windows face a new dawn

old on new
wrinkled hands find a new strength

old on new
I walk among you.







Sunday, April 6, 2014

God: Neither Cog nor Chemical


A reaction to secular marginalization of the "religious experience"

     As I was sitting and thinking at one of my favorite coffee shops downtown, I happened upon a magazine. I don't typically like to read magazines, but I started flipping through this one (an issue of "The Week", from August 24th-31st, 2012)  and my eye was attracted to an article cheekily named "Hearing the Voice of God - Anthropologist Tanya Luhrmann, says Jill Wolfson, studies how evangelicals experience their connection to Jesus". My curiosity piqued, I started to read through the article. Apparently, Luhrmann decided to conduct some studies among a select group of evangelicals to "[try] to understand as an outsider how an insider to this evangelical world was able to experience God as real and personal and intimate." Expecting that evangelicals would be shown to be merely some misguided "freak-show", I read on skeptically. Luhrmann focused on what she terms "theory of mind", meaning the way in which we as humans conceptualize our own minds and the minds of others. She went on to look specifically to prayer as an example of the way that evangelicals experience God. Although I don't usually like to quote paragraphs of other articles en masse, this segment is essential in understanding the approach and agenda Luhrmann arrived at for this study.
     "Luhrmann's provocative theory is that the church teaches those who pray to use their minds differently than they do in everyday life. They begin by holding conversations with God in their heads, modeled on the kind of chummy conversations they'd have with their best friends. As they talk to Him, tell Him about their problems, and imagine His wise counsel and loving response, they are training their thoughts, much as people use weights to train their muscles. The church encourages them to tune in to sounds, images, and feelings that are louder or more intense or more unfamiliar or more powerful - and to interpret these internal cues as the external voice of God."
      The article then goes on to talk about a study that Lurhmann performed in this theory of mind. In a 2007 study, she had a group of randomly divided Christian volunteers split into two separate groups. One group listened to iPods with lectures on the gospels for a month, the other group listened to lectures on imagination-rich prayer for a month. "Their recordings invited them to see, hear, and touch God in the mind's eye, to carry on a dialogue with Jesus." After the month of listening to the different content, she found that the second group "... used mental imagery more readily and had somewhat better perceptual attention, and the reported more unusual sensory experience. In short, they attended to their inner experience more seriously, and that altered how real that experience became for them." This study supported one of the main affirmations of the article: namely, that evangelicals simply train their cognition to "participate with the divine".

      Though not as militant as many similar articles these days on the 'religious experience', the article definitely does embrace some "freak show" techniques, with such wording and examples as "Luhrmann attended Sunday church where members danced, swayed, cried, and raised their hands as a sign of surrender to God" and "Members told her about having coffee with God, seeing angel wings, and getting God's advice on everything from job choice to what shampoo to buy." Evangelicals are shown in these examples to be emotional, irrational people, depending on the strength of some unknown force to even make choices as simple as shampoo. Almost worse, Christians are "patted on the head" as some sect of lovable, but misguided fools - simply reacting to stimuli that we have been trained to interpret as the divine. The experience of the Christian in prayer is effectively reduced to a system of cognition. Furthermore, our worldview is thus formed by thought and affections produced only by a function of our training. Evangelicals receive "religious" input, their training interprets this, and they engage in emotions and decision making as a result. They have, in effect, been shown as "Pavlov's Penitent" - a simple working of behaviorism.

     As I finished the article, I couldn't help but have my thinking stimulated. This view of prayer, relationship with God, evangelical cognition - it all begs further thought. This view of Christian antics is quickly becoming the majority among the secular society in which we live. If we as Christ-followers are not attacked openly, we are very often marginalized and endured by those around us. Granted, we as Christians often do just that to our secular friends. However, blame-game aside, is this behavior correct?

     With God being theorized by modern "scientific" studies as a chemical experience or as cognitive training, is it not important to examine these arguments? All of these studies rely upon one truth claim - everything that is knowable or real is accessible only through what we can see, hear, touch, examine, etc... The whole of modern Western society has espoused this extreme version of empiricism, from which they conduct these studies and form these viewpoints. What if, however, empiricism is at fault? What if, as I believe, the real extends beyond that which can be touched, smelt, tasted, seen, or heard? And what if, furthermore, the real is held together by an immaterial Person who gives life and meaning, substance and theory to all things living and dead, material and immaterial?

    In the words of one of my favorite songs,
But our hearts tell a different story;
our hands feel a different pulse.
Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive;
numinous, higher than our hearts can rise,
transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach;
immanent, closer than the air we breathe. 
("Treading Paper" by Thrice)

      So, I've talked about what my thinking has exposed about Luhrmann's studies and theories, but what good is criticism without an alternative? It is useless. I propose that we participate with God not simply by training our minds to react to 'religious stimuli'. I propose that we are beings that are both material and immaterial, created by God for fellowship with Him. For those of us who have had immaterial, spiritual eyes given sight by the livening work of Christ, we engage the spiritual reality of Christ in us when we pray, live, and think. There is nothing that we do that is not affected by this sight and participation with Christ who has partnered with us. There is a way that we participate in Him that is transcendent - a way that is not the direct of a cognitively knowable or empirically observable input. This way is not simply the result of a "function box" on top of our shoulders that takes in stimuli and vomits out religious responses.

     I do wonder, though, if we as Christians give fodder to this prevalent theory. When I think of the examples from this article, I wonder if we as Christians are shirking the responsibility we have for acting as mature men and women in our transcendent participation. The concept of asking God which shampoo to use is simply repulsive to me! What do people think that God is - a "20 Question" game or some sort of faerie that you have to answer every trifling question? I wonder if we don't look for guidance "every step of the way" to a fault. Has He not placed His Spirit in us, enabling us for fruitful thinking and training us in wisdom and judgement? He has called us sons, dear brothers, friends, and future judges over weighty matters in times to come. What judge feels the need to ask his King which shampoo to buy? Outrageous. It's time for many evangelicals today to seek maturity and wisdom in addition to faith and childish "desperation". The youth heroism and fanatical obsession with "childlike faith" has in many ways distorted and destroyed the fulness of our identity in Christ as it was designed.

      I wonder also if we are too flippant in the way we either participate, or assume we participate with God. Do we simply make prayers in the mode of "the kind of chummy conversations [we]'d have with [our] best friends"? We have lost a reverence and an awe for God, my dear brothers and sisters. Yes, we have intimacy and vulnerability, but are we supposed to simply emote to God and vent all of the thoughts on our mind as they present themselves? Are we not told "Be not rash with your mouth, nor let your heart be hasty to utter a word before God, for God is in heaven and you are on earth. Therefore let your words be few"? (Ecclesiastes 5:2)

     There is a multiplicity of voices in our world today seeking to attack and marginalize the way we participate with God. There are scads of evangelicals today that provide fodder for criticism and ridicule by their immaturity. There is an epic struggle between empiricism and the immaterial. Be thoughtful, my friends, and be consistent. Listen with patience, interpret with love, respond with insight. 



"If anything means anything,
There must be something meant for us to be,
a song that we were made to sing.
There must be so much more than we can see."
("Treading Paper" Thrice)