New Year Restoration

Yesterday at least 130 Palestinians were murdered, most of them children, in the name of God. The day before three people died in Sydney, also in the name of God. On the same day threats to the lives of gay people in Russia were made, in the name of God.
I perceive God to be a God of restoration. What God made was good; he said so. What we have now shows we have wrecked it.

I think God might be fed up with his name being associated with such atrocities. Instead, I think God wants justice.

In my view justice is not about punishment, justice is about restoring. Justice is about restoring humanity both to victims and to offenders. Justice is about restoring the world to something God can look upon and call good. Justice is what Jesus is about.

So, I pray fervently that those who seek to maim and kill others in the name of their God will instead be restored. I pray fervently that they will be restored to humanity, to a place where love is the highest virtue and forgiveness the vengeance sought. I pray that justice will come through healing for survivors, for the families of those targeted and killed, and through change in the hearts of perpetrators and their guides.

I pray also that I may be restored to humanity; that I may be completely human, seeking love as the highest virtue and having willingness and ability to forgive those who wrong me.

Instead of making new year resolutions this year I am seeking new year restoration. Would anyone like to join me?

Love not just yet

It is of course made up on the spot, this poem, not these feelings.

These feelings that writhe in an agony of hope,
painful in their potential joy,
hazardous to the heart and risky to a relationship,

Torn in two I am,
broken by indecision and unsurety,
not knowing how and who to talk with,
screaming for help in a silent plea for love,

Crying myself to sleep for what seems an impossibility but is just possible enough not to ignore

So take your shallowness,
your fondness for being appropriate,
 and shove them up your

Asked I wish I was,
but ask it seems I must.
But I can't.
Not just yet.



Did you spot this week's three word Wednesday words: bribery, clobber, sceptical ?

Honour isn't easy 3ww

The honourable way is fraught with nocturnal terrors, creeping up in the night, doubt seeping into the soul, weeping misery in the storm, sweeping away the wonder of the stars with reckless disdain.

3ww 5.2.14

The rogue will ever accelerate past the passive person in this life.

There is nothing like laziness to hold a man in his place, except too much hard work.

Over and out

Oh! If only I could galvanize myself to be affable to that rangy man who shreds my nerves.

But I do not wish to be! Let me run and hide. No more of this friendliness. Enough is enough.

Over and out.

Humanity Eliminated

It is with rage
this uncontrolled violence
diminishes humanity

love has been crushed
joy extinguished
terror seeps into the soul

Desire degrading, destroying, denying
Fermenting pain
weeping of the mind

An endless cycle
ever darkening
ever tightening
vicious grip

Despairing. Lost. Empty.

Humanity eliminated.

3ww Scrawny Faith

I have been anxious and the scrawny state of my faith has made me question how devoted I am.