As I listened it all seemed so good, so right
The Scriptures quoted spot on
I felt myself being drawn in praying along
It all made perfect sense
It was something I thought I needed to hear
But there was more…
And it came in the form of a book and 3 dvds
For thirty five dollars it would be sent to me
And right there I was lost…disconnected
The vacuum cleaner’s electrical cord stretched to it’s limits
The droning winding down
Inertia halting
dying with a feeble whine as the cord was yanked from the receptacle
“Cat o’ nine tail’s Righteous fury, tables overturned…!”
money changers scurrying
i turned off my cell phone and put the credit card back into my wallet
(what was i thinking?!)
and it threatened to tear me apart
as i was violently snapped out of it !
stronger than it had pulled at me
that I had been listening and following so closely
such seeming sincerity
sundered sound-bites
of only temporal brevity
had suckered me in
you seemed like such a nice guy
so well informed
well mannered
well dressed
well spoken
and I wanted so to believe in your message
I whispered “Holy Spirit come”
And I was compelled to withdraw
Run towards The Son
Little naked child
Hands raised for Poppa
Reaching out
Asking myself…
When did I learn to walk much less run?
When did I become so clinically analytical?
Or have I just become cynical?
(Is it really all so formulaic…in gray scale italics?)
There is nothing simpler
Than to simply seek after “ABBA”
in JESUS name.
We were made to stand out,
by no works or means of our own,
dissolute or resolute?
Our choice.