were original
then subjugated
all spiritual
all lovely
gods love
in a vial
in your hand
divvied out to us
you know already
we all pray, for the wrong things
sin is all giving
without knowledge of the need
better to listen
than to force-feed
were original
then subjugated
all spiritual
all lovely
gods love
in a vial
in your hand
divvied out to us
you know already
we all pray, for the wrong things
sin is all giving
without knowledge of the need
better to listen
than to force-feed
everyone can swim
and for those of us who can’t
God parts the sea
and everyone walks
had we no Image
my God, we could never part anything
thank God, thank God
we do
4 If anyone thinks they have reasons to be confident in their spiritual accomplishments, I have more:
5 Baptized as a child and baptized in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues; raised in a devoted Christian family, an evangelical among evangelicals; regarding purity, I strictly adhered to purity culture from my youth.
6 As for passion, I worshiped fervently—lifting my hands, singing and dancing with all my heart without reservation in both private prayer closets and public services. As for prayer, spending daily hours in intercession and communion with God. Regarding knowledge, I regularly read through the full of the Bible and intensely studied apologetics for years upon years. I manifested spiritual gifts—prophesying, healing, and discerning spirits.
7 In evangelism, I actively shared the gospel, converting people at parties and at work. I participated in mission trips, street evangelism, and community outreach programs. Demonstrating faith in action, I trusted God in all circumstances and shared testimonies of His work in my life.
8 I was deeply involved in church life—attending every service, joining small groups, serving in various ministries, and submitting to the guidance of pastors and elders. Practicing generosity, I faithfully tithed and gave to charitable causes. As for righteousness based on religious orthopraxy, I was blameless.
9 But whatever were gains to me, I now consider them loss for the sake of Christ.
10 Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of truly knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For His sake, I have let go of all these things and regard them as insignificant, in order to gain Christ
11 And be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from following religious rules, but that which comes through faith—the righteousness that comes from genuine understanding and love.
12 Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus. Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead,
For in Christ, there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female; for we are all one in Him. [Galatians 3:28]
Therefore, I seek to imitate Christ in His boundless love—embracing all people without distinction of gender, class, or status. [Ephesians 5:1-2], [John 13:34-35]
Committed to nonviolent resistance to evil, I strive to overcome hatred with love, injustice with righteousness, and conflict with peace, following the example He set. [Matthew 5:39, 44], [Romans 12:21], [1 Peter 2:21-23]
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. [1 Corinthians 13:1]
Without love, all my achievements are nothing. So now, these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. [1 Corinthians 13:2-3, 13]
Thus, my true communion with Christ is found in imitating His selfless love for all people and His unwavering commitment to justice through nonviolence. [Ephesians 5:1-2], [Micah 6:8], [Matthew 5:9]
it is a wide door
it must be the city
lighting the uneven wall on the other side
we manufactured rain
my body fakes to be held down
by fifty pounds of news and paper
a beachside is remade
by three blades in a humming oscillation
i am as awake as you are
whatever eeks into you
so eeks into me
my little pinky finger holding this phone up
aches
the spiritual place where everything is
i know i must be
does jesus ever go on holiday?
i wonder if it rains to help him sleep
and if he made the ocean just for its sound
was he man enough to get stuck awake
or always god enough to sleep?
why would i ever share me — with you?
i know what you say about people like me
why would i ever let you close — to me?
i know what you do —
why would i ever call you — family?
i know —
when i became a christian
i was born
and the world shown in lumination
all the love i had for it
and when i was born
i was whole
and all my parts fit together
and did not enjam at all the world
and when i was whole
i was told, i was not
and i believed them
and when i believed them
my parts ajar’d, just like they said, and got lost
the world got grim and dull
and the womb of love i always felt i was in
enclosed
without me in it
when i became a christian
all the christians said, loud and for a long while, i was not and am not and will not be whatever it is i think god says i am to be
it was jesus and the rest of em
tooth-eyed for the cinema
gory jesus pulling his punches
along the jaw of the capital
we don’t care who the hero is
we just need to believe there even is one
and don’t get us started on the enemies
if it’s one, then it’s all of us,
i won’t take the heat for what we all done
it’s jesus at the cinema
as gory as before
and christians watch it annually
because they can’t just get enough
all the services mock the mockers
and every one of them
is no different
Christ was a child
we know for sure
I hope he was the riley one
made to rule when all they begged him
was to listen
I hope his cries shined and shined
mocking every plan his parents had
I hope when they knew
they looked back
and knew
he was just like James, and John
and all the boys they knew
but now, they knew, which parts were God in them
and which parts
were God’s parts too
the spirit of eternity is milky
it is from the breast when we are children
and then we give it up
it is a heavy cream
we circle into coffee
and then forget
oh spirit of eternity, we pray
come to us
unfold our notion of ‘a day’
oh spirit of eternity, we plea
remember us
as we await to enter thee
for your face is long as a sheet
and cold as a galaxy
your words are the sky in the evening
and the earth when we sleep
spirit of eternity
you are what we all hope to be:
the stillness
that brought us into being
and the push
that our mothers start
we won’t be finished in our graves
and we have you, we will always have you,
to thank
i am no more
but also no less
i can take a back seat
and i can drive myself
a retreat is not a retreat
when the fortress is in me
i can love who i am
when i am shy, when i am different
when i know i don’t fit in
when i cannot do what you tell me to
no one must to make space for me
because i can