“christians”

I get so frustrated with “christians” because they give a bad name to the rest of the true followers of Jesus Christ.

Existing in His Love

God loves me.  He doesn’t just love me because I am part of the human race, but he loves me, because I am Zack Hale and because I am uniquely designed just as He intended.  He truly loves me.  He loves me in spite of my flaws and mistakes.  (I like how we make things sound lesst bad or threatening by calling ours sins “flaws and mistakes.”)  I cannot comprehend that love.  My mind tells me that He loves me because that is what the Bible says, but to truly comprehend that love is impossible.  Sometimes I think that the love of God that I think I understand is probably closer to hate than the actual agape love of God.  This 18 inches between my brain and my heart seems like an impossible chasm.  Ephesians says, “the love of Chirst surpasses all knowledge.”  I think that is putting it lightly.  I know God loves me but my continuing pray has been that I will understand a little more of that love every day.  It seems that the more I grasp God’s love the more I desire to live for Him.  However as Paul said in Romans, the things I want to do I do not always do.  So I have realized the more I live and exist in that love, the more I am able to move from a desire to live for Him to actually living a life that is centered around Christ.  I think that is what was meant when the Bible says in Him we live, move, and have our existance.  If we live and rest in the love of Christ, then we can move and exist in such a way that His love is evident and comes to fruition in our daily lives.  When we begin to function in his love and it begins to bear fruit, then we can know and live at peace in the reason that we were created and exist.  Anyway, I know that God loves me so much that I cannot even begin to understand it.  And I know that if I can begin to function in his love then I will begin to understand the purpose of my existance and I can live in peace with that understanding.

I Love You

I love you

But I am scared to show it

I am scared of what others may think 

I am worried about the response of those around me

 

I love you

But I am scared what you may think

I am scared of your response to me

I do not want to hurt you

 

I love you

But I am scared you will not love me back

I am walking towards a cliff and love will push me over

And I am scared you will not catch me when I fall

 

I love you

But will you receive it when I show it

Or will you think it is all for show

Will you think it is to manipulate or make me look good

 

I love you

But does it get old if I tell you all the time

Does it still mean something to you if you hear it everyday

Do you believe it if I say it to you but not to others

 

I love you

But what do you think when I say it

Even though I do not express it adequately

Do you still believe when I say it but not always show it

 

I love you

But I do not have the words to describe it

I become so frustrated trying to convey the message of my heart

It frustrates me so much that I want to scream

 

I love you

But sometimes I abuse your response to my love

I can see the hurt that this selfish abuse causes

And it destroys everything in me when I see the hurt

 

I love you

But your love for me is so much greater

It makes me try and pursue love even harder

So that my love could try to equal yours

 

I love you

But I want to bring a gift as the symbol of my love

But all the gifts of the world would not be enough

So there is nothing that I offer that would be worthy

 

I love you

But that love should never mean having to apologize for hurt caused

But my flesh it fails my love which causes you pain

So hopefully my love is enough to allow me to say I am sorry

 

I love you

But what is your response to that

I wait in the great turmoil of anticipation

And then you answer and that is when I know that….

                                    you love me

Just the Right Place

You realize that a ball field will not do

So you try a park and that is better but not quite right

You try the library but that definitely does not work

So you go to church but that is not good enough

And so all this time,  just the right place is somewhere special

I am a serial killer and an abortionist

Christ said that if we have hatred or are angry with our brother then we are the same as murderers.  What is hatred except the lack of true agape love.  Brotherly love, self motivated love, or the knowledge of love will not do; but only to love as Christ loves.  So there are people that I do not like but I do not think I necessarily hate them, but if I do not love them unconditionally as Christ loves them then I am the same as a mass murderer,  a serial killer, or someone who performs abortions.  Any good Christian thinks those are horrible and makes a strong stand against them, all the while we are doing the same thing as those murderers within our own heart.  Kind of makes me think I have a lot more beams in my eye than I thought.

Priorities

Truth is not the greatest virtue…love is.

Used To Be

This is the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of all time call Used To Be by a group called Lost and Found.

 

 

Superman was killed in Dallas
There’s no love left in the palace
Someone took the Beatle’s lead guitar
Have another Chivas Regal
Your twelve years old and sex is legal
Your parents don’t know where or who you are
Used to be the hero of the ball game
Took the time to shake the loser’s hand
Used to be that failure only meant you didn’t try
In a world where people gave a damn

Great big wars in little places
Look at all those frightened faces
But don’t come here we just don’t got the room
Love thy neighbor’s wife and daughter
You cleanse your life with holy water
Hey we don’t need to bathe we’ve got perfume
Used to be a knight in shining armor
Didn’t have to own a shiny car
‘Coz dignity and courage were the measure of a man
And not the drugs he needs to hide his scars

Can your teacher read
Does your preacher pray
Does your president have soul
Have you heard a real good ethnic joke today
Mama took her speed
And daddy ran away
But you mustn’t lose control
You see the kids are wild we just can’t tame ‘em
Do we have a right to blame ‘em

We fed them all our indecision
And raped their minds with television
But what the hell
They’re too young to feel pain
But I believe that love will save tomorrow
I believe that truth will make us free
Someone tried to say it and we nailed him to a cross
I guess it’s still the way it used to be

 

Bad Idea

So I had this idea and it turned out not to be so good.  I decided the other day to write some short poems based off of each individual Beatles album.  I was going to incorporate every song from each individual album into a short poem.  After completing the first two and posting them, I realized how horrible it was.  Especially after someone started making fun of them… JoAnna.  So I have decided to stop that endeavor for a while and now you know what those last two posts were all about.  I will just chalk it up to another one of my really bad ideas.

Hold Me Tight

This Boy is not a Little Child any longer

and It Won’t Be Long until I Wanna Be Your Man

i wasn’t going to give away All My Loving…Not A Second Time

Til There Was You and i knew right then that I Want To Hold Your Hand

now all those things from before Don’t Bother Me when I Saw You Standing There

so All I’ve Got To Do is hold you close and you’re going to Hold Me Tight

 

Please Please Me

Please Please Me, please Ask Me Why

why There’s A Place of Misery,

these Chains are so tight that there is no room to Twist And Shout

but Do You Want To Know A Secret?

i was fighting my shackles and looked up and I Saw Her Standing There

she turned to me and mouthed Love Me Do

then I knew Baby It’s You and now life is like A Taste Of Honey

i heard a voice say, forget all the Boys and Go To Him

and now everyday ends with PS I Love You