Much to celebrate this season with Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day. Our family also celebrates three milestones for our newest granddaughter, Maggie Mae: healthy birth (Nov. 28), successful heart surgery (Dec. 12), and homecoming (Dec. 24)! Thank you for your prayers.
It’s time to ask tough questions (Charlie did). What dangerous lies twist an assassin’s mind to violence? Do we have the moral fortitude to collectively stand against existential threats? Do we tolerate everything or speak truth in love?
Our country, founded on freedom of religion and freedom of speech, stands to lose both. We have witnessed the public death of a Christian martyr whose name means “free man” and “strong church.” May the church repent of apathy and arise with bold faith.
Lillian hosts dVerse poets pub where she’s serving quadrilles till sunrise.
dark cloud gathers over house, heavy weight of self-pity settles in; crawls into bed with depression to brood sombre mood; unsettling helpless inhabitants who desire respite but cannot escape shadow of “woe-is-poor-me” midnight feeling …unless faith dawns miraculous at sunrise.
Lord, sometimes we just don’t understand the mysterious ways you treat your children: Abraham asked to sacrifice son of promise Joseph jailed in Egypt for misjudged morals Moses not allowed to enter promised land Hosea told to marry an unfaithful prostitute Zechariah murdered inside temple courts.
life can seem cruel and unfair in its dealings as some people struggle disproportionately do you stop your ears and turn your back? sometimes your children suffer through no sin of their own but because of others’ lies we expect justice to prevail but if it doesn’t can we believe you are sovereign over all?
try hard to quiet our questions and doubts but sometimes we voice laments out loud and, like Job, dare interrogate God of the universe; human clay complains to potter. we fall at your feet, cry hot tears, and rise with hope in our hearts to bear burden of doubt until your holy kingdom fully comes!
As I grow older, my faith in humanity slowly shrivels. Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent. It’s been that way since the beginning but we all want to believe differently. We so desperately want to think better of ourselves and our loved ones but we too can go “there” (whatever evil direction “there” may be). I’ve been hurt most often and most deeply by the one I thought loved me most (or, at least, that I loved most). And I have hurt those I claim to love. Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large. Man feeds on violence: Rome had its gladiator entertainment, there has been war and genocide throughout human history, our “civilized” society kills the innocent in the womb and produces individuals that go on shooting rampages. I’m sure a hundred years from now, if mankind survives itself, people will look back and consider us “barbaric”.
blood red tulip buds
bulbs split, leaf swords thrust upward
blossoms burst open
Mish asks us to write about “faith” in broad sense for haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.
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