Wow, I have not been blogging much on here. Something about raising a family, teaching, and serving my church. Yet I have always been a writer. So many things keep me from blogging in those spare minutes of life.
I have been on a hiatus from writing poetry, but recently a strong ache in me triggered a poem. This ache is the ache a follower of Christ feels when someone he or she deeply cares about is perishing; dying not through cancer or car accident but through unbelief. Our humanistic mindset wants to believe that it doesn't matter what we believe. So many people in my life want to take God on their own terms. Sometimes I even do that... but the tragedy is the lack of repentance, not seeing how terrible it is to neglect the infinitely good Creator. God is full of mercy for those who crave it. Without mercy, all we can face is the pure justice of God. And that is not an enviable position.
In the world of human brokenness, God sent His own Son to heal the breach between God and man, each other, and in ourselves. This is Christmas. Will you by faith, ask the question in tears and gratitude,
"What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul?
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul."
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