Beware: Kaj Munk Quote

"What is, therefore, our task today? Shall I answer: "Faith, hope, and love"?
That sounds beautiful. But I would say--courage.
No, even that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth. Our task today is recklessness.
For what we Christians lack is not psychology or literature....
we lack a holy rage--
the recklessness which comes form the knowledge of God and humanity.
The ability to rage when justice lies prostrate on the streets, and when the lie rages across the face of the earth...a holy anger about the things that are wrong in the world.
To rage against the ravaging of God's earth , and the destruction of God's world.
To rage when little children must die of hunger, when the tables of the rich are sagging with food. To rage at the senseless killing of so many, and against the madness of militaries.
To rage at the lie that calls the threat of death and the strategy of destruction peace.
To rage against complacency.
To restlessly seek that recklessness that will challenge and seek to change human history until it conforms to the norms of the Kingdom of God.
And remember the signs of the Christian Church have been the Lion, the Lamb, the Dove, and the Fish...
but never the chameleon."

Rain and Veneer

It's raining outside as it always does in the Pacific Northwest. Jose Gonzalez is singing soothingly, and I could almost melt in this moment. However, there is a very shaking uncertainty to this moment as I contemplate my next steps.

My next steps, always shrouded in unknown, seem to always be pushing me forward to some great purpose that I yearn to discover before it discovers me. Its like this ache that presses into every moment and all that I do. I desperately want to know what I'm here for...what specific purpose that I am fighting for.

I'm ready to shake this land, as Catpower says. I ready to stand for something more. What is it that God would ask of me. I'm after that purpose, but always wondering where its leading. "Maybe now, I'll look with my mind."

Poem

Scribbles of words melt into thoughts, flowing into moments.

My mind races with the beat of a tribal drum.

I pause for meaning and can find no words.

I contemplate the vastness concealed within my numbered days

too few to count on. I look on to tantamount reasons.

I pause just to breathe, then push forth my thoughts

to grasp a cliff-hanger's dream.

From summit to peak, I'm bursting forth with each step onward.

My heart beats in tune to words infused

Gripping me with a desperation to scratch out a path in pen

Forward, I'm bound to make it far above the abyss below.

The darkness concealed, awashed in the break of day.

Birthed in wonder, the ways emerge.

It's clear that this climb propels me forward to the peak of origin's tune.

Revelations above alight far beyond an eagle's landing.

And upon this ladder, I rise.

Rhythms of meaning beating in words,

I reach to ascend the rock above.

With a warriors cry, I lift my hands to sky.

To see each word, each thought encompassed in glory.