It plays continually like a mantra
echoing it's tune into the either
and i but guess it's origin
i but play it's tune
from the warmth of the familiar
to the subtly different tones
inspired by ages of ego and grace
through the words of the prophet
stolen on the wind of angels gossip
comes a truth that holds it freedom
like a gift.
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Last week i wandered through the burnt colors of autumn, the decay of the green leaves around me and the vivid show they played out as their curtain call. the final fruits of vivid orange pumpkin, and blushing apples. the clean crisp air and sun warmed conkers crunching underfoot. the watercolor blurring of the landscape and the first round of the sniffling colds creeping into your airways. relevant is used too much, too often grungy font faces and burnt blackened publicity is thrown about brandishing this word like rain clouds across my horizon. what use is a word that by any unwritten language can give no definition. to be relevant by it's nature is to be fitting in, accustoming something to the place and time and nature that grows and changes around it, and what part of me wants to be relevant, are we not called to be something more than that. relevant is synonymous with ordinary, it places itself in the world and tries to trick the world that it is of the world. should we not aim for extraordinary, not even that, exquisite. to bring our groups and offerings, our imagery and lyrics, to be an exquisite offering, set apart, different, incomparable, delicate, an elegant, flawless even, offering to the one we serve. oh to be relevant is important, to reach out to the community and give them something they can engage with is essential, but why do we settle for that? why do we simply stop at relevant and fail to make our work exquisite. do we not see every step taken, every thing produced, to be something we are presenting to the Almighty? how then can we stop and make do when he calls us to do so much more. even Christ's death robe is described as elegant (NIV Lk23:11), an expensive piece of garment, not really a relevant choice for a prisoner. can we not give Christ his due by making our gifts equal to that of his executes? |
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October 2014
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