love like smoke

We all should start swinging... And I mean literally start throwing our fists left and right towards everyone we so deeply hate. The immature, the piercing, the angry, the unforgiving, the liars, the heart breakers, the thieves, the murderers, the terrorists, the parents, the children, the deserving, and the not.

I mean come running at them out of nowhere like some gurrila ambush and catch them completely off guard, so that when they see at the last second what they have coming, they won't have time to react, besides maybe a bit of profanity or some awkward sound or movement.

Like, no jokes. everyone should ball their fists and throw them in the direction of the hated. Have every single bit of anger and rage built up so that you can finally let everything out at once, rather it continue to build up over time.


and in a split second, alter the course of our hands so that they fly past their faces and wrap around their backs in an unexpecting embrace. and I mean press the insides of our fists to their backs and pull them into us in a desperate and defeated act of humility.

yeah, we'd squeeze a little hard than necessary, and yeah i'd kinda hope my tears got all over his nice new shirt. and i'd fight to restrain my voice as i told him everything i could think of that made me hate him so much.

but then we would finally let go, and look at them straight. look at them dead in the eye

and be able to apologize for everything; and at the other end of the spectrum, would finally be able to forgive everything. It would be done with. Everything.

It sounds simple and improbable. But i'm positive that we'd see that suddenly eye contact wouldn't be such a burden, and love would pervade the heart like cigar smoke in the lungs.

dislocated hips and scalded lips.

So I have a question.

How do we go about worshiping God when we can never begin to paint an accurate picture of who he is? How can we as people possibly give Him something that's fit? How can we take our tainted, blemished, and faithfully screw-up lives and present something to Him that's acceptable?




I've been thinking about how let down He must feel. How hard it is to watch us and allow us to choose to hit the ground running from Him, only to fall flat on our faces and into the most turbulent of situations.





So how can i possibly show substantial and legitamite gratitude to the King who gave me something to contribute to His sovereignty. I'm no longer living to make a living. Because that, i think, is the saddest, most tedious fate imaginable. instead he asks me to pick up His flag and march, to become part of something that will never die out. Revolutionary? That's a radical title, but it's something to strive for.

how can I give something suitable back? what can I bring to the table that leads God to say "Thanks bro. I needed that."

Isaiah was a great follower, but it wasn't until God brought handed embers to his lips that he saw and understood how much this Guy deserves,


I'm fed up with not knowing who I'm living this thing for. And if it takes wrestling with Him, or having His touch scald my skin, I'm willing.

It's worth a handicap.