Originally published 03-18-19
Like a Lamb
Like a lamb unto the slaughter
Christ went, and closed his mouth
Rescuing each son and daughter
From pain of death and doubt.
Like an olive in a winepress,
The pain of every sin
Rolls over The Only Sinless,
The Only Perfect Man.
Like a shepherd in the mountains
He searches for lost sheep.
There is no height he will not climb
To bring home you and me.
Like a fount of living water
Christ nourishes my soul.
He makes rough troubles calmer.
He cleans me, makes me whole.
Originally published 03-01-19
A breathtaking mosaic of stained glass,
and shadows fall on all but two panes.
The whole window is exquisite,
but only the glass in the sunlight
It sparkles beautifully.
My curious eyes go straight
to the few bright, glittering panels,
and something deep inside me says,
“You, too, are a stained-glass window.
You, too, are a glorious masterpiece
that sometimes won’t let Light through.
You, too, don’t always sparkle.
But you can.”
I cannot forget that day.
I cannot look at a fellow earthly wanderer
and not see their marvelous, divine craftsmanship,
their stained-glass splendor,
and I yearn to see them
glisten their true beauty to the world.
The gospel does not make sand into glass,
it already has ancient, stunning glass to work with.
It makes stained glass sparkle.