Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Spotted Sheep

Matt 18:12 “What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? 13 And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. 14 In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish."

1 Peter 2:25 "For you were like sheep going astray, 
but now you have returned to the Shepherd 
and Overseer of your souls."

Mark 6:34 Jesus came out, saw a great multitude, and he had compassion on them, 
because they were like sheep without a shepherd, 
and he began to teach them many things.

John 10:11“I am the good shepherd. 
The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
  12The hired hand is not the shepherd who owns the sheep.
 So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. 
Then the wolf attacks the flock and scatters it. 
 13The man runs away because he is a hired hand
 and cares nothing for the sheep.

14“I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— 15just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep16I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd. 17The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life—only to take it up again. 18No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again. This command I received from my Father.”
Actual "Jacobs Lamb"

If I'm going to get lost, I want to get lost like a sheep

Sunday, August 21, 2011


My tongue is what they loath to speak.
My heart receives them bend and break
All at the hands of angry fathers--I am worn
By son’s unloved, a weight I have born.

When I look out to the sun and sea
I see where my mom and dad did meet.
I am home in the house of a thief,
I am branded in the stead of another.
I am scorned and yet a brother.

I am one with the sea;
it is land who hates me.
Oceans have no politics
 it is bend and break, give and take,
we can all be swallowed in the sea.

I am home where there is no air,
Not long to last but equal and fair.
White, and green,
deep in the sea,
Native and Me. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Well folks!

So there's another blog out!

God's Freckle is a new blog started by Kyle and me.  Right now it's only got one entry, but the back ground is cool.  

Check it out and find out what we're talking about.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Naked Jesus

 I’ve been looking at pictures of Jesus; lots of them actually. He’s usually a froundy sort, long well kept hair which is not affect in the least by wind (he must calm that stuff). He doesn’t seem to find the humor in his expression that I do.

I walked up to a statue of him in the cemetery once. He was standing on a green marble block, which sat on an ugly green slab of concrete with an even uglier bouquet of fake roses. He stood there, looking up. The God, who came down, looked up, stretching his arms out with the palms also facing the sky. His eyes were heavy, looking very tired and underwhelmed.  His arms were growing a black mildew or moss on the undersides. It loomed on the backs of his hands while his palms remained a brilliant white. That was about all you could see of him. He stood covered head to toe in a matching white robe, draped and covered to the point of reducing Jesus to a shapeless man-like figure, his little feet and sandals poking out the bottom.

For a while now Jesus statues have held a special interest to me only because they’re not like anything else in art.  Marble statues, and other art, from Roman/Greek culture glorify the human.  That the human form is perfect and so drawing it bare and proud, (much to the dismay of every homeschooled family learning art history.) In the opposing corner of the art era is a horde of very well clothed saints and Christ depictions. It’s odd that The Perfect-Man Jesus is drawn with the sake of modesty in mind.  It’s as though he’s ashamed of the way we used to walk around. Like he doesn’t know what’s under all that fabric.  

I wonder what he thought of being human. I doubt he was annoyed at his “earthy figure,” with all its troubles of acne and sweat and nakedness. It sounds silly but do we assume this? That somehow the church of the redeemed humanity is more opposed to God’s highest creation.

Gods have come down to earth before, but only God came down as man.   Not just looking like a man, but human through and through.  Naked and cold, with runny noses, and body odor, the perfect man was born. So instead of this God we paint a man, cloaked in fabric up to his ears, usually miffed or angry, with perfectly still hair, and sometimes glowing out of his head. Are we afraid that if God was truly human that he couldn't do what he said he did?

My favorite Jesus is Michelangelo’s Pieta. There the man who was perfect, resting in the arms of his mother in death. He is the God who died for those he was killed by. He is the God born of a woman. His human body was broken, that we didn’t have to be.  Pieta is the image of Christ laying down a crushed human body, tortured to death, and given to the creation He loved.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011





But what happens when we




What happens when

We disagree

About what to do

When we


Are we tolerant

When others

Stand for truth



It’s not what we do together when we get a long,

It’s what we do when we don’t.

Who we will be

When Truth is in question

Or when Truth is not a question

But more than one answer?