Religion:
a cause, principle, or system of beliefs held to with ardor and faith
As I was having a casual conversation with a good friend of mine the other day, he piped up..”I’m just not the religious type.” What?….We weren’t talking about anything particularly religious, just a friendly conversation about something innocuous related to local government, so I don’t really know what prompted him to make that statement or how we got from point A to point religion all of a sudden. I guess I got a taste of my own medicine…like when other people have to talk to me, Mr. ADHD and I leave them with that “deer in the headlights” look as I’m switching subjects and off on a totally abstract line of thought. (come back, Greg, we’re still here on planet earth, where did you go?)
Well, I thought about what he said, and it got my head to churning buttered “what abouts” as I pondered that word. What follows is my scattered summation so far.
THAT RELIGIOUS WORD
Religion’s not dying
it’s growing like weeds
For everyone now
has their doctrine and creeds
Each of us point
to one God or another
Whether ourselves
or with deity’s rudder
If power is might
and sagacity law
I guess we’re like God
in the wake of it all
If this fallacy spun
in time is our truth
These strongholds like trees
will have withering roots
Take each word of the Word
and capture each thought
from the book of the ages
where wisdom is taught
Whether love, or in justice,
or in gospel muse
We espouse our beliefs
through our own world view
Look to the Cross
where weakness was power
God’s prudence seemed foolish
In those darkest of hours
Not by might or by strength
but My Spirit that led
To the carnage in hell
and the demise of our death
We all live together
here on the earth
Christians are not only
the ones who have worth
We all need each other
Each one of us matters
So sound out the call
Amid cruel hateful chatter
No soul on tHis earth
controls color of skin
Nor where they are born
or giftedness given
In the bedlam of life
Does suffering matter
Do we cling to our comfort
And hope things get better
While you’re climbing your way
by getting things done
You might temper your zeal
and climb down just for once
Take time for your children
Take time with your friends
Or in twenty some years
You will wish that you had
