More Than We Can Be
The Long Haul - "...nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers."

Every Man, Every Woman

Cool water on a hot day
I am every man.
I embody every extreme.
I am the plundered poor.
I am the plunderer.
I am he who treasures and keeps the Word.
I am he who wanders.
I am guarded.
I am he, from whom the guarded must be protected.
I am pure and I am vile.
I am all in one - a complete package.
I am beloved ...
I am grateful.
I need and receive grace.
At every punctuation mark of this precious Word,
I see myself.
I identify.
I do so, reluctantly.
God, you have done so, in Jesus, intentionally and redemptively.
Today, I shall rather be plundered than plunder.
I shall prefer to be defrauded than to defraud.
Let me not exalt vileness.
Let me not wander.
May I cherish that which is precious and ...
May I live in the grace that is freely given.
Thank you for another day to learn to learn ...
To embrace your truth and to be transformed by it.
Of all the people I know,
I desperately need it.
" The words of the LORD are pure words,
like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times."
"You, O LORD, will keep them;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among the children of man."
(Psalm 12:6-8 ESV)
And may I, oh God,
this day,
embrace your people,
my neighbors.