atheism

Why is atheism cool?    ...  Why?  Tell me. Tell me why atheism is the new thing to do and why all of my friends seem caught in this cycle of Godless jokes, games, books, and lifestyles. What ever happened to sold-out Christians? Whatever it was, it hurt.  Whatever it was, I don’t want it. Whatever drug they’re taking, I’m jumping lines. Whatever it is. I’m not interested.     

So why do I pretend to be interested?  I play with it, like fire...  Like kittens. Like a baby dragon. Like I have it under control and like I’m not in harm’s way. Like my hands are big enough to wisely guide my own fate. 

False. 

So false...  I can’t keep doing this. I need to decide, make decisions, hold to my promises, take the time to figure out who I am. And then take the time each day to make sure I stay that way.

"And now the weak say I have strength

By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead

And now the poor stand and confess

That my portion is Him and I'm more than blessed

Let now our hearts burn with a flame

A fire consuming all for your Son's holy name

And with the heavens we declare

You are our king

We love you Lord, we worship you

You are our God, you alone are good

You asked your Son to carry this

The heavy cross our weight of sin

I love you Lord, I worship you

Hope which was lost, now stands renewed

I give my life to honor this

The love of Christ, the savior king

Let now your church shine as the bride

That you soar in your heart as you offered up your life

Let now the lost be welcomed home

By the saved and redeemed those adopted as your own

I give my life to honor this

The love of Christ, the savior king"

C'est tout.

“I’m so glad you came... It’s been raining all day.  It is such a cold world, such a break down world without you...” 

So I turn my face to the wind... What I smell is real, what I feel is truth, what I’m seeking is you... “You brought hope to those of us who had none.”

Turn again. Away from the wind... let the gust catch your sails, let the real smells and truths inside carry you forward. Because that’s all you have... When the Mona Lisa Smile has faded and when the nakedness of life is cut by the raw path of the orphans - heading home...   All you can do is smile. Smile again. And again...  Laugh. Again and again...   Name the ocean and then sail it. Catch the tide and then tame it. Or let it tame you. I’d rather be tamed by the oceans then set free by the political masses and poverty mindsets surrounding our beaches. These white sands only hold freedom if you have the courage to touch the water... People die in deserts. 

But people also die in water...  People die in the air. People die in peace. People die in war. 

People die. 

I’m alive. For now. I am called to worship... to sing out. To declare “things that are not, as if they are.” I live daily and I die daily. I am filled and I am emptied. 

So I turn my face to the wind... the salty wind. The wind I’ve waited for. The change I’ve hoped for... Soon the tide will change and the boat will sail. These hopes and dreams will never fail. Boats sink, winds bring storms. Tides break and the compass falls overboard. But my hopes and dreams can rescue me...  My mind is free.