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MY LIFE AS A MISSIONARY
My life as a missionary
Really isn’t too contrary
Though I thought it might be scary
Every last Tom, Dick and Harry
Told me that I must be wary
‘The natives there are known to carry
Dysentery
And beriberi’
--June 2000
CLUTTERED SOULS
My soul is all uncluttered.
There is
Inside each of us
A clutter-shaped vacuum.
So: Faint-With-Love
Begins to frown
And fidget
And frisk
And finally
All manner of riff-raff forces in
Via doors ajar, left unsecured
Through hopes of tame intrusion
Open.
—not shut in!
Ajar.
—not barred and double-barred!
No danger, surely…
Wouldn’t have thought so…
The fool assumes the best
The blade slips in too quick, between the ribs
Death comes before the lesson
Can be learned and passed on
A darkened generation
Peers out though slits of eyes
Encrusted with infection and obstruction
The eye, the lamp of the body, all encrusted
O cluttered eyes, O awful accretion
And all dark inside
To stay at home
To bolt the doors
To change the sheets
To clear the shelves
To cleanse the mind
To cloister the heart
To keep the tryst
—September 2003
EARLY EXPIRATION
Be careful
there’s an early expiration date
they told me something like that
and you try to remember but
who can with all the bottles and boxes
and numbers on flat everything these days
and I don’t remember if I asked them if it would be
dangerous if I forgot but I know
I would of remembered if they had said very clear
IT IS DANGEROUS or
if they’d of said anything like that I would of remembered
you get so busy and so who can remember all the details
about when this and that are to expire
because I am running around like a chicken with my head
cut off half the time anyway
and the other half just trying to keep up
so sure enough
time got away from me
and I ate those
and they did expire early after all
and so did I.
-- October 2003
DIRE STRAITS
“Be open”
They keep admonishing me.
“You absolutely must be broader than this”
They sternly lecture.
“Loosen up”
They frowningly chide.
I cannot breathe
In the heavy air of their openness
They have trimmed, stitched, and cosmetically altered
The Ancient of Days
They have rehabilitated Him
To suit their Enlightenment
I hardly recognize Him
He used to be so full-orbed,
My God
It took the whole volume of the Book
To give the full portrayal
And even then I felt I was just beginning to get the picture
But then they began chipping away
Carefully delineating what He is
And did
And said
And meant
Uncle.
But sculpting
Does leave all those chips on the floor--
What about those chips?
Which of those are nonessential?
Nope.
Give me all of God
I will stay straitened
I prefer the great Physician
Give me the
Real Person of God.
Give Him to me straight
Give Him to me without censorship
Or political correcting
Or disclaimers
Or tweaking
I’m sorry
I cannot stay for the debate
Thank you for your concern
But I feel I am suddenly called away
I can’t concentrate
Deep is calling to deep,
Yet again,
And I must respond
-- September 2003
WWJD
WWJD
Used to mean so much to me
What a challenge every day
To try to do things Jesus’ way
The way He’d do them if He faced
Those situations in my place
--October 2000
RICE CHRISTIAN
Our daughter wasn’t more than three
When I checked her theology.
One evening, ‘fore she went to sleep
I thought I’d ask her something deep
And so, just as I tucked her in,
I asked Alisa, with a grin,
“Where is God, Sweetie-pie?”
-- November 2000
THE WORST KIND OF IDOLATRY
To treat an idol
Of wood, or stone, or metal
Which having ears can’t hear
Having eyes can’t see
Having legs can’t walk
And having hands can’t help
Is pretty bad.
That is worse.
That is worse.
--October 2003
WE GOT A GYM
We finally got a gym
Thank God
They’ll be pouring in now
--October 2003
HUSBANDS, LOVE YOUR WIVES
Husbands, love your wives
As Christ loved the church
And took her on date nights
And never put ministry above her
And brought her flowers, and
Gave her the credit card sometimes
So she could go on a buying spree.
You’ll never guess who came today to join our worship service
St. Paul himself! I’ll tell you, we were all a little nervous
I saw him in the hallway as I hustled through the door;
He introduced himself, I almost passed out on the floor!
I shook his hand of course, but then I really couldn’t wait
The band was warming up, and I was running kind of late
I handed him our flyer and he quickly read it all
And then he scanned the notices we’d posted on the wall
He seemed a bit surprised to see how full our schedule was
And I thought, “Praise the Lord that our church does all that it does.”
He walked by our displays and saw the conferences we’d been to
Our little display tables showing all the stuff we’re into
He said:
“I see that you are all religious folks in all respects
When I came to your church I wasn’t sure what to expect.
But there among your ministry displays I came upon
I saw one empty table with these words inscribed thereon:
TO THE UNKNOWN FAD, it said, so what you don’t know I’ll proclaim.
If you would try this Fad, I know you’d never be the same.
You’ve run the gamut of the trends, you’ve worshiped every fad
If you didn’t try some trend or two I’m sure you wish you had.
You’ve had dynamic speakers at your workshops and retreats
The fun you feed the kids does kind of keep them off the streets
You’ve got your vision statement, got your short- and long-term goals
Your ad campaign and new dress code are adding to your rolls
Your church has been a cell church and a seeker church and fun church
A program church, a Bible church, a keep-them-on-the-run church
You seem to have included all the ideas of the day;
But may I take a moment to suggest a better way?
You may find in the end that it’s the best thing you’ve yet had
I’m speaking once again, of course, about the THE UNKNOWN FAD
-- March 2002
GOD’S BEEN MESSING WITH MY SELF-ESTEEM AGAIN (Song)
--April 2000
S.O.C.K.*
And the Bibles! The choices just made the mouth water:
A Bible for mother, a Bible for daughter,
Taped Bibles for people too busy to read,
Bibles for every conceivable need.
Bibles for teens who want God to be cool,
Bibles so small you can take them to school.
A Bible for sisters, a bible for brothers,
A bible for golfers, for singles, for lovers!
Bibles with God less severe and less bloody,
Self-esteem Bibles with God as our buddy.
Spirit-filled Bibles for those with afflictions,
Co-Dependency Bibles for those with addictions.
And each new translation with slight variation
Caused the consumers to buy with elation
With new Bible frenzy they thought it a must
To buy them and take them to gather new dust.
Well that was some dream as I’m sure you can see;
It was stranger than strange what had happened to me.
But as I awoke I began to recall,
That none of it really had happened at all.
What ridiculous fiction! What pure fantasy
My afternoon dream had presented to me!
If I’d ever had to travel far, I never would have made it.
The full tank had too high a cost and so I never paid it.
Always thinking ‘bout a fill-up but then frightened by the prices;
Always ready for a cruise but never ready for a crisis.
And now at last I’m sidelined while I watch the cars go by;
I gambled once too often, now I find myself bone dry.
So here I sit at last with only vapors in my tank;
The foolish virgin’s lamp ran dry – she’s got herself to thank.
Part II
Some years have passed since then, I’m older now, and slightly wiser.
I know now that where fuel’s concerned I dare not be a miser.
God isn’t just some thing we use then put back on a shelf;
God isn’t just a “part” of life, He says He’s life itself.
He’s the fuel that fills the tank, He gives His strength, His seal, His unction.
We’re designed to run on Him, and without Him we just don’t function.
God seldom helps the mighty, or the wealthy, or the wise,
With tank and bank already full of all they truly prize.
Today man’s tools have left their marks upon God’s altar stones;
A church that seems alive may yet be full of dead men’s bones.
With best intentions they design their own programs and plans;
They say the blueprint’s God’s, but all the fingerprints are Man’s.
Still, God blesses the humble and the proud the Lord opposes;
Proud man who climbs God’s altar his own nakedness exposes.
As the wind propels the windmill and the water turns the wheel,
Christ’s flesh and blood’s our food and drink, His Word’s our daily meal.
He’s the water in the well—no, He’s the water in the spring!
Refreshing, cleansing, satisfying, filling everything.
He’s the oil that fills the lamp that shines its brightness all night long;
He’s our breath, sustaining life; He is our rock, our strength, our song.
Then personalities:
He’s a joker.
She’s an airhead.
Then characters:
Naree is so kind.
Wanchai really encouraged me to get closer to God
Then they become your friends. And you forget yourself, and at times—long
minutes—forget that you’re from a different world, or look different.
And if you go further and deeper than that, you begin to lose the sense of
otherness
When you hear, “The Thai are so--” you begin to switch off
Because you’ve found that whatever adjective follows
will not be true of every Thai
And perhaps not true of any Thai
—c. 1995
ALISA’S ARRIVAL
--May 1995
GOD SHELF
I knock on the door
Of the simple flat,
3rd floor walk-up
Tenderloin district.
The plump Laotian woman answers and
Hears me speak her language and
Allows me entry with my
Handful of tracts and my Laotian Bible
And I sit with her and talk
Here
I really must note that
The peasant refugee is
At one point, at least
At this one point identical
To a vast multitude
Of humanity in every land:
She does not lower the volume
The slightest bit.
And
Like that vast multitude
She still vaguely tries to follow
Whatever it is I am saying
As do I.
-- September 2003
SAM’S RETIREMENT
Sam retired early
‘cause most of one lung and
a pretty good piece of another
had to be removed
enough to make it so’s he
couldn’t keep up, account of being
winded easy, but at
57 now, and getting a fair bit of rest
in the barcolounger there in front of the TV
where it’s got that little wooden lever so’s
you can swing your feet up, with the
lamp beside and the crystal ashtray that gets emptied
twice every day, at least, but
he and Doris keep busy enough
just right there
plus with the bunch of the grandkids
sometimes practically living with them after
all the divorces
it makes the little place crowded sometimes
and there’s always one of the littler kids complaining about the smell
of the cigarettes which is in every carpet fiber
the wallpaper smells of it and
all the sofa cushions
and it seems like even the wooden furniture
one or another will always say
but Sam and Doris don’t notice that
just the extra expense of feeding them all
which you try getting
anything out of the ex’es for that
and too about some of the older ones, and
especially the older girl
somebody ought to take her in hand
‘cause she’s going to wind up pregnant
or worse
but life mostly just ends up
being a lot of Sam and Doris shushing
the kids so’s they can hear the TV
for one stinking minute and what the people on the
program are saying
-- October 2003
I CARRY MY CROSS IN MY POCKET
(Inspired by a popular poem, sold along with a small cross, that begins this way:
I carry a cross in my pocket,
A simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I am a Christian
No matter where I may be...)
--March 2002
LOST HIS POWER
--1995/2003
LAST DAYS LULLABY
‘Night!
-- June 2003