A poetic moment on the bus. Putting my hospital chaplaincy training to use.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
The theophany occurred in the basement of the home of
William Jennings Bryan,
which by then had been converted
into a daycare center for the children of
the staff of Bryan Memorial Hospital.
I was in the play room by myself,
surveying the toy kitchen appliances,
the plastic food and dinnerware,
content with my aloneness
because I knew I really wasn't,
God was here and would be my playmate.
As soon as the belief was thought,
I sensed a presence start to move towards me,
from beyond the cinderblock wall to the West.
Suddenly, the room’s atmosphere felt weighty,
as if an intensifying thundercloud was drawing nearer,
the worst storms always came from that direction,
and I knew with awful certainty,
that this room would be too small
for what was heading my way.
The instant I became aware of the limitation
of my current situation,
Friday, February 10, 2017
And they gave him to drink wine mingled with myrrh: but he received it not.
Why did you refuse their mercy?
Without it, the impact of nail through
drove undeadened into the brain.
The agony of gravity
against the ears.
How thoughtless of you Jesus,to make the moment more difficult for them.