Theology in Poetry

Extraneous The Satan delegates most of his work to well intentioned folks. Who do you think you are working for? I am reverent of the Church not because it always acts Holy, but because it is raw material that Jesus or the Satan are both capable of using. If we do not find out what the law hangs on, we will be hanged by the law. It is impossible to be Holy and to be hateful. Our conversations with people and God are reflections and projections of our own heart. If we find that our conversations work to expand our Kingdom, we ought to find a spiritual defibrillator and continue the conversations. If our conversations work to expand the Kingdom of Heaven then we ought to continue the conversation. Everyone can learn something from everyone. Not because everyone, or anyone for that matter is a professional in the sense that they know everything. But because we all are in & part of the same labyrinth, holding similar and different keys to similar and different locks. Let's collaborate, not compare. If there was ever a box that could contain, manage, or even wrap its arms around God we would do well to worship that imaginary box instead. If everyone did the good that they could, the world would be just as it should. You are different. And by that I mean different from me. And I love you. You are similar. And by that I mean similar to me. And I love you. You are my sibling. And I love you. The day we speak the same language as God. The mark of Jesus is not subscribing or prescribing the mainstream religion. The mark of Jesus is not the Might making right & power & displays of strength over others. The Mark of Jesus is being Love with us. Marginalized with us, condemned & damned with us. Something like what we mean by good with us. Something like what we mean by God with us. Life is a Beach. Temporary, like sinking sandprints, crashing waves, and yesterday sand castles. chaotic, rhythmic, untame, yet inherently beautiful to be within. Life is a beach and it is not alone.