when sorrow and Grace meet ..

sometimes we chritians forget that we are but dust
   divined dust
      but dust nonetheless
   fingerprinted with the insignia of Creator god
   designed with the mind of God in mind ..

and when we forget
we imagine that we can outrun
   who we are
   who God is ..

mostly we end up making of ourselves self-righteous fools

`|`

hopefully there arrives an event that simply scatters me
   rattles my innards
and the lieing pretense comes vomiting-out all over my cool branded jeans ..

maybe an illness
maybe a 'word' from an unbeknownst prophet
   put there by the Spirit to catch me off-guard in my secure space
      where i feel quite secure
..
and all my righteousnesses are nothing but filth
   vomited all over my cool jeans ..
   in my secure space

i'm left stripped
   naked
before the compassionate steady gaze
   of the God with whom i have to do
and tears come running out
   all over my mascara-ed blush
as the mask runs ..

i am undone
discovered to my self
denuded of the self i wore
   in all my wrinkled spots ..
quite undone

 `|`

and Mercy speaks
and Grace touches
me
   just then
..
and i shockingly know that i am loved

`|`


a by-thought ..

in that scattered vomiting event it's vital for us to recognize that
   while the regret and remorse bite
   the naked shames
   the real me lies scattered in so many jagged pieces in plain view
God hasn't moved ..
..
God is moved by it, but God hasn't moved
God is the very same god
   intensely in love with me
   regardless of what i've done

and too
the very instance of my sorrowing over this event that rattled my innards
   broken over my God-betraying self
is the very evidence of my faith in that God who loves me
   whose name is MercyGrace


peace and love