I Knew a Priest

I knew a priest whose ministry was good,
Serving God and people as best as he could.

But tragedy struck with his dissertation,
He exploited his weakness—the whole situation!

A doctorate in ministry: he joined the proud few,
By a paper entitled, “I’m Insecure, and So Are You.”

Irony divides, can’t make up its mind.
Where do we oppose and draw the last line?

Secureness in ministry is required by the Word.
And proving the obvious is truly absurd.

A man who would choose such a odd-sounding title–!?
Only love can dispute him, just even one trifle.

A ministry seminary being so dignified
By approving his work defines him “Unqualified.”

I should have known, I should have seen,
That a man so prone would soon have to lean
On opinions of others including his dean
To validate a mess Christian brothers can clean.

And the greatest victim, the most pitied party,
Isn’t a friend once held hearty,
But the man himself, whose papers were tardy
In proving an issue Christ can heal.  · · · →

Standing up for the Majority

It’s high time somebody speak-up. In our age of political correctness, it seems that one demographic of people are radically overlooked, undermined, and oppressed every day. This group is made up of people who are black, white, red, orange, and mostly blue in the face. It is made of both men and women, young and old, underemployed and over-managed. What group am I speaking of? The despised group of people I’m referring to is best known as “The Majority."

The Majority of people in the United States ascribe to some form of Christianity, yet Christianity is the only religion that gets stopped in its tracks at every school. The Majority of the people are heterosexual, want to stay heterosexual, want to raise their kids as heterosexuals (so they will have grandkids,) and their only objection to the gay rights drama is vulgar people parading and imposing their sectarian ideals as the “new world disorder.” The Majority wants health care reform by getting government out of the system, not taking it over.  · · · →

Like a Knife


Boldness is like a knife.  A sharp sword is safer in a crowd, unsheathed, and in the hands of a samurai, than sheathed, in the hand of a drunkard who is all alone. Too often we try to make the world safer by dulling each other and raising our kids not to have an edge. Safety comes from skill, whether it’s in the form of prevention of friendly fire or protection from intrusion. In the hands of a skilled surgeon, a knife can save a life. But a dull knife on an operating table often does more harm than good. Boldness is like a knife.

 When a knife is sharp it penetrates with less force. The smaller edge impacts less surface area. Sharpness is an issue of direction and focus. With a sharp edge, less is more.

 If “winners focus while loosers spray” then we need to get comfortable with silence.  · · · →



When young David slew the gargantuan Goliath, was it really Goliath who was his enemy? Goliath seemed to think so, did David? Goliath’s Philistine army was dressed and draped in iron armor, an ancient war “technology” that Israel was only just then catching up to. You could tell that King Saul had metal on his mind; he tried to give David his own armor.. and David didn’t want it. David knew something that no one else seemed to—and it wasn’t that God was going to do a miracle. The moment David’s stone sunk into Goliath’s skull, everyone was surprised—except David. All this shiny technology didn’t stand a chance against David’s skill with a sling that he’d mastered in the field, with the sheep, when no one else was looking.

Imagine: You are the youngest of your brothers, you get stuck in the field with the sheep all day, every day.  · · · →