Bel and the Dragon

So life is good.

The East Coast was great, but KC is better.

I was the last one to move into the church, to complete the 9.

I hope to have a video tour of the church we're living in soon. Its fantastic.

I realized the other day how blessed I am. I am literally living in a mansion with 8 of my best friends, serving the Lord in a neighborhood that needs an example of his kingdom . . . I just pray that we can be that.

Currently there is a bat in our big room right outside of my room. Hes been flying laps and now hes just been sitting still on our wall for about the last 15 minutes.

I found a new favorite band of mine, but I spent about an hour trying to figure out how to put it on my blog like Luke does, but I failed miserably. Therefore you just get a link.

Nathan Asher And The Infantry

Fortunately the song I would have put on is the very first one on his Myspace.

So listen to it and love it.

Blueberry Hill

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Blueberry Hill


i.

God has fallen asleep in my temple.
Hes taking up space, but I can’t bear
to wake him to leave.
In the alter room,
the fire is dying and the smoke is filling--
The sacrifice consumed.

In the growing darkness he sleeps.


ii.

At the age of 25

I feel like a shell of my old self.

A sunset through a sky full of blackbirds;

_____Stains speckled on a masterpiece.


iii.

Walking up Blueberry Hill, I met a mother
and her daughter

_____Picking blueberries.

“Slim Pickins'” said the mother as
her child added a smile.

Further up the hill, I found blueberries 3 at a time.
I picked and I saved until I had quite the harvest.
In one fell swoop, I took the whole lot.
An explosion of bitter and sweet and rottin’
filled my mouth, making the experience a mixed one.

Swallowing, I looked up and saw the mountains. They glided
over the horizon, my head tilted back to take it all in.

_____What a beautiful God there must be.

Back down the hill the mother and child were sitting in the path as I approached.

“How’d ya come out,” I asked, seeing only a dozen and half had been gathered.

“We ate most of ‘em as we found ‘em. Only good ones. But that's ok."

“Yes it is.”

iv.

God has fallen asleep in my temple.
But hes beginning to dream.
Hes beginning to dream in me
and I can’t bear to wake him.
For why would I wake a
God who dreams
so beautifully?