“If you don’t point people to God for everlasting joy, you don’t love. You waste your life.” -John Piper, Don’t Waste your Life.
To love someone is to want what is best for them. What is best for someone is fullness of joy in God. Thus, to love, one must point others to Christ.
The exterior,
in all its magnificence,
displays an
impressive menu
in a shining crystal case.
It boasts the most
exquisite chefs
of tall white hats
and slick thin mustaches.
The garden entrance
is overflowing with
the brightest flora
of sweetes smells
arranged in colors
most appealing.
The doormat
is chewed and mangled,
tattered thin as if
shaved away by the
teeth of crusted sand paper.
Centuries of
generations
have passed through
this large, welcoming
gate.
The greeting upon
its face
is damaged from ancient age.
It once invited all with a
“hello!”
but the “o” has
worn away.
The interior
lacks the heavy
perfume of flowers.
Its glory is no more.
The heat of the kitchen
furnace is
overwhelming
as black oil drips
down yellow stained walls.
Greasy grub is the only
entree.
Dessert does not
exist.
-Christine Chia. 2008
| 10th Aug 2011✧18:54 |
She is running
a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
but the canyon’s ever widening
in the depths of her cold heart
so she sets out on another misadventure
just to find
she’s another two years older
and she’s three more steps behind.
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
or does anybody even know she’s going down today
under the shadow of our steeple
with all the lost and lonely people
searching for the hope that’s tucked away in you and me.
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
She is yearning
for shelter and affection
that she never found at home
she is searching
for a hero to ride in
to ride in and save the day
and in walks her prince charming
and he knows just what to say
momentary lapse of reason
and she gives herself away
If judgement looms under every steeple
if lofty glances from lofty people
can’t see past her scarlet letter
and we’ve never even met her
never even met her….
He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction.
-Casting Crowns
