A live recording from this past January’s all-church worship service at Irvine Pres!
My Cross
by David Siaki
Parking lots with no empty spaces
Lines in grocery stores
Flight delays
This is my Cross
And I take it up
Daily
A suffering servant
Shouldering the hardships of
Traffic
Argumentative colleagues
Uninspiring worship leadership
Inconvenient weather
Junk mail
I lay it all at the feet of the Master
Salt
And Light
On the Narrow Way
A patient smile
At their second-language inadequacy
Evidence
Of my love
For the Stranger
And somewhere
There is delighted laughter
Somewhere
In the darkness
Applauding
The revolution that I have watered down
Domesticated
A housepet
Safe
Clean
Inoffensive
And I have comfortable company
In my comfortable discipleship
A throng of distracted
Onlookers
Behind Stained Glass Windows
Bystanders
Cocooned
In well fed warmth
And fellowship
Safe
And clean
Practical
And undemanding
But
He
He was a fantast
with intent
An explosion
Incompatible with the ethic of empire
Detained
Tortured
Executed
Because
He
He could not be accounted for
Or appeased
He could not be negotiated with
Or compromised
He would not listen
To reason
He was
Offensive
Inconvenient
Urgent
And we
We are looking back
With our hands on the plow
We are burying our fathers
Unworthy
We
Sigh
Relieved
That the rich young ruler
Loved money
And we do not
We
We watch baseball
And Idol
We know who should win
Dancing With the Stars
But
We
We don’t know
Where our shirt was made
And by whom
Where our chocolate comes from
Or the names
Of the slaves
Who harvested the beans
And gave us their childhoods
We
Don’t know
Anything
That matters
We
Quote Gandhi
And Dr. King
Arundhati Roy
And the prophet Amos
Over appetizers
At dinner parties
We
Update our landscaping
Spend more
Eat more
Take more
Use more
Discard more
Allow more
Ignore more
Than revolutionaries would
Because we are not
Revolutionaries
Anymore
We are not
The Uprising
Anymore
We are not
The Remnant
We are not
Fighting
The empire
The darkness
The oppressors
We are not
Fighting for
The voiceless
The powerless
The oppressed
Anymore
We
Rendered unto Ceasar
More than what was Ceasar’s
We
Close our eyes
In the midst of the pain
And the brokenness
We
Gain Weight
While the world starves
We
Spend Billions
On new churches
And Christmas sweaters
We
Argue about
Infant Baptism
And
Imputed Righteousness
Sipping
Four Dollar Lattes
With our mouths full
Of Cake
We
Thank God for his blessings
Tithe two and a half percent
And wonder at the state of the world
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Laughter is healthy… This video = laughter
Spoken Word
A few years ago, I went to an event on my college campus involving something called “Spoken Word”. I wasn’t sure what it was, but after sitting in the room and hearing a few people speak I was inspired and challenged by the words shared.
Spoken Word- you must listen closely. But it requires even more… because the point of all this talking is not just to sit quietly and agree, but to change… even if its just slightly.
The conviction, passion, and truth that is spoken in this video and others is moving. Literally, moves my heart to a place of action…
I have had a few conversations this past week about faith and having a spiritual thirst for God. I have found myself in a place of tension/ in-betweenness in regards to my faith and my perspective of the “spiritual”. In that, I seem paralyzed… unsure of what it is exactly I believe or how to put it in words so I don’t say anything at all… I don’t do anything at all… While I could pick apart the theology, this line or that… what if I didn’t let that paralyze me anymore?
This spurs me towards passion… towards love… towards the Kingdom of God… towards action.
What does it do to you?
A new song that was introduced to me this past week.
Powerful words by William McDowell and Sam Hinn
Check out how they are challenging people to give themselves away: http://igivemyselfaway.org/home/