Category: Creations

“You shall love I Am your God with all your heart…”

“He came unto His own, but His own received Him not…”

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TheLambIAM-232x300I Am that I Am
I Am I Am
I Am The Great I Am

That Great I Am!
That Great I Am!
I do not love that Great I Am!

Do you love
His Son, The Lamb?

I do not love Him, Great I Am.
I do not love
Your Son, the Lamb.

Would you love Him here or there?

I would not love Him here or there.
I would not love Him anywhere.
I don’t believe
in Great I Am.
I do not love His Son the Lamb.

Would you thank Him
in your house?
Or would you be quiet as a mouse?

I do not love Him
in my house.
Yes, I’d be silent
like a mouse.
I do not love Him
here or there.
I do not love Him anywhere.
I do not love the Great I Am.
I do not love His Son, the Lamb.

Would you call His love a hoax?
Would you make fun of Him in jokes?
Yes, He’s a hoax.
Object of jokes.
Not in MY house.
Let me announce!
I would not love Him here or there.
I would not love Him anywhere.
I would not love His Son the Lamb
I do not love the, Great I Am,

Would you? Could you?
if He healed?
See Him! See Him!
His love is real!.
I would not, could not,
if He healed

You may love Him.  You will see.
What if you found He
made you free!?

I would not, could not be made free.
Could not be healed! You let me be.

I do not love Him—He’s a hoax.
I do prefer to laugh and joke,
He did not give to me a house
I do not love Him, I announce!
I do not love Him here or there.
I do not love Him anywhere.
I do not love the Great I Am.
I do not love His Son, the Lamb..

The rain! The rain!
The rain! The rain!
Could you, thank Him
for the rain?

Not for the rain! Not to be free!
Not to be healed! God let me be!
I would not, could not, He’s a hoax.
I could not, cause my friends would joke.
Yes, I’ll be quiet as a mouse
I will not thank Him in my house.
I will not love Him here or there.
I will not love Him anywhere.
I do not love This Great I Am,
I do not love His Son, the Lamb!

Say!   If He would shine
to light your dark!
Would you, thank Him for that spark?

He would not, could not,
Light the dark.

Would you, let Him,
cleanse your stain?

I would not, so my stain remains.
I like it dark. No thanks for rain,
I can’t be healed, No I’m not free.
I do not love your God, you see.
Not in my house. Yes He’s a hoax.
If not a louse. Then He’s a joke.
I will not love Him here or there.
I do not love Him anywhere!

You do not love
the Great I Am?

I do not love Him,…
nor the Lamb.

Could you, would you,
for a Prize?

I would not, could not.
for a Prize!

Would you, please,
open your eyes?

I could not, would not, for a Prize.
I cannot see with blinded eyes.
I will not love Him just for rain.
Cause in my life I’ve lots of pain..
No light in dark! No cleansing free!
I can’t be healed! You let me be!
I do not love Him, He’s a hoax.
I much prefer a dirty joke.
I will not praise Him for my house.
Yes, I’ll stay quiet as a mouse.
I do not love Him here or there.
I do not love Him ANYWHERE!

I do not love
this Great I Am!

I do not love His Son, the Lamb!

You do not love Him.
SO you say.  Try Him! Try Him!
And you may.
Try Him and you may I say.

Jesus!  If you will let me be,
I will try you. You will see.

Because for me You
suffered loss.
And died for Me upon
on a cross?
Say!  I do love You, the Lamb!
I do!! I love the Great  I Am!

And I would love you, You’re the Prize!
And I would see with opened eyes…
And I will thank you for the rain.
For Light in dark. For joy in pain.
For healing me. For feeling free.
You are so good so good to me!

So I will love You! You’re no hoax..
To turn to God, well, that’s no joke!.
And I will love You in my house.
And I will serve you, sins renounced!
And I will love You here and there.
Say! I will love You ANYWHERE!

I do so love
the Great I Am!
Thank you!
Jesus Christ, the Lamb!

“Behold the Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world.”

dropDescarte concluded that literally everything was open to doubt. It may, at first, seem silly, but really,…how can we say for certain that we know anything for sure? Opinions can be strong—even militant—over certain ideas. Yet, with just as much fervency there are as many others who oppose. Given practically any topic, there will be a wide disparity in points-of view concerning that topic. The conflict emerges, really, over the question of “truth.” What is truth?

Many have concluded, given the conflict and the uncertainty—that there is no such thing as truth—or that, even if there were, we would have no way of knowing it.

Al Yankovic (one of my favorite philosophers) comically sang, “Every thing you know is wrong.”  I get a kick out of the absurdity of…

“Everything you know is wrong
Black is white up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn’t really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that
Everything you know is wrong…”

Given the differences we all have, it’s doubtless that were the truth incontrovertibly established a lot of people would be surprised (if not all of us) by how little we really knew, and how badly wrong we were about some things.

If we think reason will bring us to truth, there is scant evidence of that. Religious belief is literally “all over the map” regarding what is true. Education will lead us only to learn things others have learned and are passing on to us—which may or may not be true at all.

Then there are those who satisfy themselves with the notion that lots of things are true and what really matters is “what is true for you.” The suggestion here, of course, is that truth is not absolute and applicable to all—rather truth is relative only to the individual. Kinda like “corned beef is delicious!” a statement of “my” truth to which many others will not concur.  Somehow, though, we did sit down and agree to go when the light turns green and require people to stop when it’s red. We set aside the relativism in that case at least so we could safely drive our cars.

JesusBirthI know that I don’t know much. However, I have become convinced of something nevertheless. I have come to believe that the Bible is true and that even though interpreting it is sometimes difficult—it is not impossible, and it’s well worth the effort. I’m more and more amazed by how what it says bears out in real life. How prophecies spoken hundreds of years ago come to pass today. How, for instance, the Bible would tell of a star that men saw in the east, a portent of the birth of a king. How, from where they were they could see the king star Regulus and king planet Jupiter brightly meeting in the sky at the foot of the constellation Leo. A rendezvous set into clockwork motion from the very beginning of this solar system.

It seems to me that a God who would claim to love us, would also speak to us. It seems reasonable, furthermore, that were He to speak He would speak truly. I believe He has.

One of the things He says to us is that “there is a way that seems right to us” —but it’s not, it doesn’t end well. He tells us that the so-called “wisdom” of men is foolishness to Him. Could it be that so much of what we come to believe will be found to be a lie? God doesn’t want us to believe lies. He tells us the truth. He IS the truth. That truth has dwelt among us and provided for us. My money’s on God and the reliability of His word. That’s why I fully intend to have—and wish with all my heart for you—a very Merry Christmas!



Caricature of a some young friends of ours who recently married.

Caricature of a some young friends of ours who recently married.

dropIlike to try to capture the essence of a subject in a humorous way, using exaggeration of certain prominent features. It’s what we call a “caricature.” We all know it doesn’t really look like the subject, but you can tell who it is nonetheless—and in the recognition perhaps enjoy a smile.

I’ve observed too, that we all do this sort of thing, if not with pictures, with words. We “characterize” a subject or person in a particular way in a particular light. People know what we’re referring to because there’s a lot of “truth” and “likeness” to our characterizations. However, they remain only a caricature—highlighting certain features, but not really a true likeness. We do this in debate and argument all the time. Our “caricature” of the subject under discussion often tells our listener more about us than it does about our subject. In debate we call this fallacy a “straw man.” A verbal effigy of our target set up before our counterpart and decimated with our superior wit and intelligence. Of course we have really only destroyed our own creation.

I’ve found that subjects and ideas and philosophies and people are all far more complex than the little caricatures we make of them. I’m not disparaging having ideals and convictions—I’ve got a bunch of those myself. I am, however, suggesting that we recognize this tendency we all have, and back off from some of the divisive intensity we start generating in all our zeal to be “right.” The other guy thinks he’s right too. For all we know, neither of us are. Perhaps we both have a cherished caricatured picture of what we oppose that really isn’t all that accurate. We’ll need real dialogue and willingness to redraw the thing if we’re to get to the truth.

Oh, now I’ve done it! I’ve suggested there is in fact something called “truth.” People define that term in so many ways. More caricatures I suppose. In all our groping for the light—to find what’s right, I like to keep in mind what Jesus said to Pilate:

“For this reason I came into the world—to testify to the truth.”

Surely One Who called Himself “God with Us” would not draw us a caricature.



The Color of Grief

The Color of Grief

dropThe sweet little girl at her great-grandmother’s funeral had just asked me why the funeral people drive those “funny looking cars.” After I made a stab at answering that one, she proceeded to another query. Looking intently at my dark suit she asked, “Why do you wear black?” Her mother stood behind her clad in the same grave color.

I don’t remember exactly how I attempted to answer her color question, but it had to do with undertaking an explanation for the term; “tradition”, and that we sometimes wear the color of how we feel—to show our respect, and that we’re sad for our loss.  I don’t believe that any of that computed for this little cherub. In contrast to us, this little one stood there brightly in her cheerful, colorful, spring-like floral dress as she proudly announced; “I like color!” “What if the sky was the color of my dress?” she continued…

Always, it’s out of the mouths of babes…

Indeed,… what is the color of grief and death? Depends, doesn’t it? For some, when death enters there is not a color black enough to express their heart’s despair. For others death seems only an inconvenient annoyance, barely given any respect at all—while that bright soul fixes on flowers, butterflies and blue skies.

They say nobody knows what happens when we die. I say if we don’t know, then,… keep wearing black. They say, “No, everybody goes to heaven, or when you die you just cease to exist, or you’ll go to the “Big Rock Candy Mountain”,  or they make some other statement of faith. But I thought we couldn’t make any statements like that, cause nobody knows what’s beyond? Of course, that too, is a statement of faith. An unprovable opinion. The only way, I guess, we could actually know anything would be if somebody died, went beyond, and then came back to tell us about it. Oh wait,…somebody did!

The Bible says, in 1 Thessalonians 4:13 “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.”

Since there is a Savior, we don’t grieve like the rest. The grief is all laced with grace. Hope is no wish. It’s a settled fact that we anticipate. The hopeful fact is, to turn a phrase—”dead men may tell tales”. They may live again. There is a Redeemer. There is hope.

Perhaps my little friend at the cemetery is on to something. Maybe next time one of my trusting friends makes their departure, I’ll ditch the black suit and choose my floral Hawaiian.


Upon our return from the cemetery I saw these flowers in a new light. We gathered them from among those tokens left at our father’s graveside. How I missed him! And, after three years, how I miss him still!

These flowers have long since faded. But for this brief moment in time, they were like a living stained glass window. The sun shown through and infused and illuminated every color and hue. I thought, then, how much these passing and brief and beautiful things are made the more glorious in the right light. Seems an appropriate metaphor for my father’s life.

This Prismacolor pencil drawing has sat unfinished for 3 years. Please feel free to bug the life out of me till I complete it. (If you prefer you can simply encourage me.) I’ll share with you the process and, of course, the finished product.

Until we all are finished and completed works of art!