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40 is …

40 is clothes I like.

Whatever style,

Whatever color.

Wearing what makes me feel confident,

Designer labels tossed.


40 is new hairstyles.

Cut it off,

Grow it out,

Die it purple just because you can,

A daring change.


40 is learning more.

About what’s real,

About who cares,

Learning things you wish you knew before,

Only realized now.


40 is looking back.

Lost friendships

Seasons over.

Feeling totally okay with those

That did not last.


40 is memories

Of loved ones

Passed on now.

Missing their wisdom when you really

Need it the most.


40 is by design.

Tossing the hate,

Keeping the love,

Choosing to devote my time to those

Who mean the most.


40 is true freedom.

Honest answers,

Authentic presence.

Embracing your flaws and finally

Knowing their purpose.


40 is beautiful.

Maturing heart

Becoming wise,

Trying on your own skin and falling

Deeply in love.


40 is windows down,

Sunroof back,

Music loud,

Musing if I will ever grow up,

Knowing that I have.



Word War

I sit before my glowing screen

Connected to the world.

This tiny thing a way in which

Opinions are unfurled.

From Christian friends to Atheists,

Each one wants a say.

It seems there is new argument

To be made every day.

We point out inconsistencies

On every person’s view,

In self-righteous indignation

Though we are imperfect too.

A fight over a candidate

Of course, I must engage.

And so I rant on one I hate

Disagreement shown in rage.

Let me tell you how I feel

About climate change and war

Abortion, sexuality, and

How we treat the poor.

On and on the preaching goes,

Attacks from every side.

Condemning one another

As we feed our growing pride.

Calling names and pointing blame

We take our stand in hate.

Then wonder why nobody will

Award us the debate.

Yet, if we take a moment

To examine our own heart,

We may conclude that anger

Is what tears our cause apart.

We enter into battle

Verbal bullets for assault.

And fire at will at all dissention,

Without restraint or halt.

The battle ends, a bloody mess,

When all is said and done.

Drum roll, and the winner is …

Oh, the winner is No One.




Preacher, I came here this morning

To draw near to God

Cause I heard that He’s a leader

By His staff and rod.

Don’t spit your talk

Just to make my head to nod

We need to feel so close to Jesus

That our hearts applaud.


I appreciate the pep talks

And motivational speaking

But, with lessons from the Word of God,

That’s not what I’m seeking.

See, I need to hear the Words of Life,

Come out like a beacon.

Cause the Word of God is made for our full sight,

Not just peeking.


I don’t really want to hear your etymology, pop psychology,

Your methodology.

Just open up the Word and let it

Talk to me.

Let Jesus walk with me.

That’s where I need to be.


Because I live in a world

Where Satan sets his sights

On things that shake my nights

And keep me full of fright.

And I need to be reminded

To search out the light

That things will be alright

My Jesus wins this fight.


Oh, please don’t go into

Another personal story

Unless it’s meant to bring the King of Kings

Some glory.

It’s not really that these stories

Tend to bore me,

But they fail to lay the Word of God

Revealed before me.


So, bring the Word of God

And put it in my reach.

I understand my faith

Ain’t just some walk on the beach.

And Satan sucks the life from me

Just like a leach,

So I’m begging you this morning,

“Come on, Preacher, Preach!”