Choosing a creative path isn’t always an easy course to travel. It’s a path of much struggle. At the same time, though, it’s also a path of much joy and fulfilment. For me creativity is a healing path. Part of the struggle is because when we open ourselves up to creativity, we open up to […]
Writers pray. Pray as Right.
Write like your life depends on it
to make sense of things. Events.
Write like you are running errands for God.
Write, as if you live off of it.
Write, especially when you feel
broken in sin.
Write in prayers.
Pray in letters.
As you know, I live a boring life these days which means I don’t get out, don’t get to people watch and no stories to tell. Then I sat in a church meeting on Sunday and thought to myself, I have enough material to write a whole sitcom. So here it is, part 1 of my series of Church Matters.
I’ve been made a leader, when I tell people, they roll on the floor laughing, but hey, every sinner has a future and every saint has a past.
In today’s episode, I want to talk about our first church board meeting (being a leader gives automatic membership to the board). We are in a bit of a pickle at the moment, as the objective was to add 100 new members and to have our own place of worship. We are currently subletting a building which allows us just the 2…
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I didn’t let my attraction to women define me.
I didn’t think i was gay.
I refuse to let them make me
believe I was born “that way”.
I was born, covered in blood
but now I glitter in scars.
The One who loves me
has not chosen bitter
if He has overturned the past.
I’m worthy to be loved.
I’m painted by grace and days
I’m waiting on God,
until then I choose to admire the world
and enhance the beauty inside me.
I look from God’s eyes and see
My beauty in yours.
I see your glitter,
even if you are a boy or girl.
I’ve hurt before
but through all the blues, broken charms and green eyes,
their arms were soft; their souls were warm and pretty.
Still I never let my attraction to women define me
…or the long thread of broken promises.
There will always be someone else
stronger than me,
but does she or he become my boo
or my god?
They eat the food that I serve
They taste my sorrow
They know I’m angry.
Do not lay in your beds
You want the Spirit to dwell inside you.
Pray for them.
Pray for them.
Pray for them
until they see
what God has caused
you to see in them:
His blood, your family.
He died for them.
You are family.
1 Corinthians 6.
As you know, I live a boring life these days which means I don’t get out, don’t get to people watch and no stories to tell. Then I sat in a church meeting on Sunday and thought to myself, I have enough material to write a whole sitcom. So here it is, part 1 of […]
This is just the beginning of the journey to where we all want to be one day.
It’s a good night.
Let it be the Fourth of July
because I’m breaking out
from this world’s deadly design.