Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
We stand before the divine majesty of God
with dirt on our faces
as if we’re babies who can’t feed ourselves
little kids fresh in from playing with fire
fighting with each other
in a neat little cross
as if it’s on purpose
and not the stain of inattention
inability to keep ourselves up
smear of greed
slopping slipping in low places
as if it’s ice cream
not
ashes of our old palms
tragic underside of our praise
scar of all the times we got burned
not seepage sewage tears
blood spattered shed
wound of grief and shame
dirt from our own grave
soot of our cremation
This is the mess we show up in before God
who gazes at us
and the death on our faces
(it’s only after this
amazed out of our old life
that we die
shed our lives like skin
become for the first time again:)
who gently
licks her thumb
and wipes us clean
and says,
“There now.”
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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