I AM NOT THE GOD OF STAGNATION

Carrots and sticks
cannot grow integrity.
Comfort and ease
corrode societies.
Ideals lead us
over sharp rocks
of self-actualization.

How does God fit into all this?

ABBA: 
I am not the God of stagnation.

ME: 
Eternity and perfection never change -- do they?

ABBA: 
 Are you kidding?
I'm still growing Myself.

ME: 
Will you fill the emptiness I feel?

ABBA:
It will go into remission from time to time.

ME: 
I thought those moments would last forever --
I thought they were supposed to last forever.

ABBA: 
You keep picking up rubble
to weigh you down
rather than risk using your wings.

All About Me

For better or worse, my life is about me.
In the mighty avalanche of life,
the only vantage point I can claim
is my own skin.

My life is about me,
the people I love,
the creation I delight in,
the indwelling God
who transforms me day by day.
Love and growth and creativity.
Is that so bad?

"It's not about me," sounds noble,
They say God demands our devotion.
I'm urged to serve him,
but according to whose agenda?
When God and I talk,
He seems strangely content
with the relationship we have.

If I exist to serve others,
then their purpose must be
to serve me.
So why are they so quick to hassle me
with strait-jacket prophecies?
Do they think I'm deaf?
I am made in God's image.
Isn't that enough?

If I must lose my life to save it
I must invest wisely.
If I'm wrong,
at least let my mistakes be mine,
my own choice,
my own making.

My Heart's Desire

How can we transform the world
with the message of Easter?

One person at a time.
I can't help dreaming of something more comprehensive
Workshops,
TV specials,
mass production.
Crowds of thousands
changed forever at once.
Forgive me.
I should know better,
but I still lust for whatI think you should have done.