The impact we have on one another sets the course for both of us.
We rise or fall to the rhythm of our love, or to the cadence of our hate.
Both are contagious.
Both have the power to set the world on fire.
One burns for restoration, for unity. The other burns into destruction from fear and shame.
The legacy we leave isn’t singular.
It doesn’t stop at the words recited in our eulogy
or with assets left to kin.
Our personal legacy participates in the plural of We the People.
The climate is changing, no its not. It’s true. We see it.
Does God really exist?
Rioters looting, people dividing, everyone blaming, churches breaking.
We are the people. We are the problem. We can be the solution.
God save us from our sin.
Peter, do you love me more than these? Yes, Then feed my lambs.
The words do not come. Maybe it’s appropriate. The dullness.
Much has been said, left un-said,
In anger. In fear. In exasperation. In sadness.
We talk but don’t listen. We covet knowledge but not wisdom.
Silence perpetuates injustice. Lies ignite chaos.
Favoritism fuels oppression. Apathy leads to ignorance.
We cannot turn our gaze and expect to see straight.
We cannot: close our eyes, wait til it’s over,
let other people decide, let them figure it out.
The climate is changing, no its not. It’s true. We see it.
Science doesn’t really know.
Fires burning, waves crashing, wind destroying, earth quaking.
We are the people. We are the problem. We can be the solution.
God save us from our sin.
Peter, do you love me more than these? Yes. Then, tend my sheep.
Virus killing people, turning off the lights.
Make us all mad cuz its real. It’s a hoax.
It’s like the flu.
He didn’t say that. That’s a lie, out of context.
Farmers losing crops, China has our meds, immigrants are stuck,
let’s have a party.
Wear the mask, don’t wear the mask. It helps. It doesn’t help.
Fake news, conspiracy, it’s all overblown. Wave the flag. Buy your guns.
John Woodward has the tapes.
The climate is changing, no its not. It’s true. We see it.
It’s right against left.
Buildings burning, people shooting, words destroying, nations quaking.
We are the people. We are the problem. We can be the solution.
God save us from our sin.
Peter, do you love me more than these? Yes. Then, feed my sheep.
Where are the leaders who lead? Raise your hand! Stand up!
Wash feet like Jesus. Turn the tables like Jesus.
Reforming police isn’t wacky, loving black isn’t Marxist,
helping people isn’t communist.
Save the babies, save the living, kids in cages at the borders,
the refugees’ uterus’s in Georgia.
Feed the people in the streets, help the addict, love the enemy.
Don’t disrespect the flag. Play ball.
Take a knee, pump your fist, cross your heart, hope not to die.
Carol dancing, people cheering, Eye of the Tiger.
The climate can change. No, it can’t. Yes, it can.
It’s good versus evil. I know who wins.
Hearts burning, love crashing, good destroying, earth rejoicing.
We are the people. We are the problem. We can be the solution.
God save us from our sin.
Peter, do you love me more than these? Yes. Then, follow me.
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