Sleepy Mind

There is no rest for the weary; no sight for the blind

And no pillow to recline this sleepy mind

There is no box to store thoughts; no ropes for fears to bind

And no pillow to recline this sleepy mind

There is no journey to take; no mountains to climb

And no pillow to recline this sleepy mind

There are no words of hope; no problems resigned

And no pillow to recline this sleepy mind

With only worries in store; with all joys behind

I have no pillow to recline my sleepy mind

I have insomnia, an energy sapping sleep disorder that often leaves me without sleep. It has been four sunrises since I have last realized nights purpose, and to say the least, it has been wearing on me, body and spirit. Its strange to walk around with half your mind awake and the other half in a dream world as a schizophrenic often does. Anyway, that is what this poem speaks of. Often when greeting the dawn I feel that I have failed once again, leaving me down trodden and frustrated. I don't mean to end this post on a sad note, so I will end with a Scripture verse. "Cast your anxieties on Him [Christ] for he cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7

Christ To the World

John 18:4-5a

“Then Jesus, knowing all that was about to happen asked them, ‘who are you looking for?’ Jesus of Nazareth’ they replied. Jesus replied, ‘I am He’”

These are the final words of Jesus before he was arrested. I don’t know if he was thinking about these words or if it was just his natural response to the question, but we do know that Jesus knew what was about to happen. He was about to be arrested, tried before an illegal court, beaten, nailed to a cross, and eventually he would die. One can say that with this knowledge of the events that were about to take place that presenting your identity as the person in question would be nothing but foolish! The typical person would reply, “I saw him about an hour ago in the town square!” and quickly get out of Dodge. This was not who Jesus is. Jesus is the Son of the Most High, sent to this earth for a specific purpose, “To seek and save those who are lost.”

We are called to continue in that same purpose as his followers. I am sad to say that often the church has failed to fulfill the purpose of Christ, I think back to our history with: The Crusades, Colonization, Slavery, and the likes. Today we have issues of substance abuse, pornography, slavery, sex trafficking, and the cancerous issue of apathy. This final issue is a strong declaration of why these other issues exist. I have to admit that my mind hasn’t always been geared toward social justice, it is in all actuality a more recent development for me, and I now morn for those trapped in issues caused by the apathy I once held, and still find myself caught in at times. It is the apathy that Christ was against, which is obvious from his lack of personal regard when offering his body up as a sacrifice for those who are lost.

Do we find this apathy present in our lives today? Particularly our spiritual lives? “If you are neither hot nor cold I will spit our out of my mouth.” Christ can’t stomach someone who carries his name but holds the disgusting taste of apathy upon them. He finds them useless “If salt loses its saltiness…what good is it?” to fulfilling what he came here to do. Let us be constantly asking ourselves, “Are we apathetic towards the cause of Christ? Does my heart break for what breaks God’s?”

The Spritual Affects of the Daily Grind

It is a pleasant thought to me now, as my day is filled with hustle and bustle. I often wonder if I can retrace my steps to that moment of utter peace and serenity that was found in the arms of my guide. It is mid-day and the worries and concerns and frustrations of the week have come to a head. I am angry and frustrated, without peace. There are no streams of happiness that I can wash my blistered feet in. My heart which was once a fountain of overflowing love is now no more then a festering pool of stagnant refuse. I am wanting nothing more then that moment of tranquility once again. I pause. Breathe.
"I need a respite from the altercation that my spirit is having with the product of fallen Creation!" I cry to my Maker. In a moment of silence amidst the turmoil I am able to see light and breathe air. It is a simple moment, but the affect is overwhelming. Breathe.
I've found my blessed reprieve from the daily grind. It is still and quiet, the kind of silence that would make a conversational glutton terrifically uncomfortable. I lay open my Life's Map and let it guide my spirit down "paths of righteousness". It is here that my distractions dissolve into a dusty cloud. It is here that my daily problems find their resolution. It is here that my spirit is quieted. Breathe.