I walk to work barefoot

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I walk to work barefoot

Why?                                                                  .

                                                                      Why not?

Why do you not walk to work?
Why not choose a home
near enough to where
you work and play
to walk?

Why do you wear shoes?
Why,
when we have smooth sidewalks and soft grass
do you put plastic on your feet?
Why don’t you want to feel the earth –
the dust from which you came?

I’ve learned a lot walking to work barefoot

How being eccentric can actually make you more approachable

Which leads to meeting that grandma
who’s agreed to provide daycare for her youngest grandchildren
but only until she says a harsh word to them
because she wants the best for them

And that couple from Holland
who not only raised two children of their own
but invited in five girls pregnant with fatherless little ones
to live until they got their feet back under them

I think I know why we’re afraid to walk to work barefoot

We want to protect ourselves

We wear shoes and go from house to car to office to car to house
to avoid feeling
what might be uncomfortable

We strive to maintain a sense of control
to avoid dirty feet
or losing track of time chatting with a neighbor

But what’s so bad about a little mud and conversation?

a dad like you

48 years ago yesterday
was God thinking of me?

on that day when my grandparents heard the good news
that a healthy baby boy was born to them
did they know that 25 years later
he would be my daddy?

did anyone but God know
that I would need a dad like you?

a daddy whose baby girl didn’t want to be held close
who would hold her anyway
pacing, holding her out in front of him
late into the night

a daddy whose little girl seemed to want to be anywhere but home
who would give her a loving home anyway
a steady home, a safe haven
she could always return to

a daddy whose teenage girl wasn’t sure what she wanted
who would give her what she needed anyway
encouraging her gifts and talents
and feeding her passions

a daddy whose grown-up girl all of a sudden launched into the unknown
who was left holding an empty bow
smiling and proud, knowing this was the moment
he’d been preparing her for

a daddy who followed God
and in so doing
was exactly the daddy He wanted him to be

I pray one day I have a little girl
who is blessed enough
to have a dad like you

my brothers have not died in vain

I am pressed hard
by the weight of my brothers’ death
but not crushed
for my brothers and I do not carry the weight alone

I am perplexed
by the insanity of it all
but not to despair
for my brothers and I are set-apart saints

being hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; being perplexed, but not in despair;
{II Corintians 4:8}

their persecution
assures me that they lived for Messiah
they are not forsaken
for death is gain; they have gone to live with Him

they were thrown down
forced to their knees on the sand
but not destroyed
for they were more than the bodies they left behind

being persecuted, but not forsaken; being thrown down, but not destroyed;
{II Corintians 4:9}

what was my brothers’ crime?
“carrying around the Cross illusion in their heads”
bearing the death of their Master in their bodies
they too were delivered to death

yet they do not share
only in their Master’s death
but the lives they lived mirrored His life as well
marking them as his followers

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Master Jesus, that the life of Jesus might also be manifested in our body. For we, the living, are always delivered to death for the sake of Jesus, that the life of Jesus might also be manifested in our mortal flesh, so that death indeed is working in us, but the life in you.
{II Corintians 4:10-12}

what am I to do?
I cannot remain silent
my brothers would not have me mourn for them in secret
for all this was for God’s glory

they did not die in vain
any more than their Master died in vain
no, just as He was raised to eternal life, so will they be
and we who are left must speak up about it

But having the same spirit of belief, according to what has been written, “I believed, therefore I spoke,” we also believe, therefore we also speak, knowing that He who raised up the Master Jesus shall also raise us up through Jesus, and shall present us with you. For all this is for your sake, so that grace, having spread through the many, would cause thanksgiving to overflow, to the glory of God.
{II Corinthians 4:13-15}

the pressure of knife to neck
may not have seemed slight or momentary at the time
but my brothers now see it for what it was
in the light of the weighty glory they now know

how much less what I experience?
why spend such time and effort looking at what I see with mortal eyes
and ignoring what I can’t see
but know lasts forever?

Therefore we do not lose heart, but even if our outward man is perishing, the inward man is being renewed day by day. For this slight momentary pressure, is working for us a far more exceeding and everlasting weight of glory. We are not looking on what is seen, but on what is not seen. For what is seen passes away, but what is not seen is everlasting.
{II Corinthians 4:16-18}

this is why my brothers died
because their bodies were temporary and destructible
and a mansion awaited their souls
in the presence of God Himself

God Himself, who promised me a mansion with Him
calls me to spread grace and thanksgiving while I can
because my body is temporary and destructible
this is why I live

For we know that if the tent of our earthly house is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, everlasting in the heavens.
{II Corinthians 5:1}

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It is a risk to love

It is a risk to love
What if it doesn’t work out?
Ah, but what if it does?
~Peter McWilliams

It is a risk to love
To open up to another’s hurt
And to let her see yours
What if his hurt is too big for you?
What if your hurt is too big for her?

It is a risk to love
To give without expecting anything in return
And to receive when you have nothing to give
What if he gives nothing in return – not even a thank you?
What if she wants something you can’t give?

It is a risk to love
To say, “I love you”
And to hear, “I love you”
What if he doesn’t say the words back to you?
What if she doesn’t really mean what she’s saying?

But what if love is worth the risk?
What if in sharing your hurts, you find them easier to carry together?
What if in giving and receiving, you find you both have more?
What if the words become truer each time you say or hear them?
What if in loving you find love?

Moriah

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They say missing someone isn’t about how long it’s been since you’ve seen them
oh, but it’s been a long time
or the amount of time since you’ve talked
I hung up, what, five minutes ago?
it’s about the moment you find yourself doing something
and wishing they were right by your side

and that moment has come to me so many thousands of times in the past months

so many times I wanted you by my side
as I had countless new experiences and wanted to share them with you
as I met with exciting situations that terrified me but would have invigorated you
as I wanted your help, your support, your enthusiasm, your joy
I missed you

but today I don’t so much want you by my side
as I want to be by your side
you don’t know how I tried to be there…
but I’m here, miles away
missing you

Happy 18th Birthday Moriah!

see you soon…but not soon enough!

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