These Three

Poetry

Pride quiet yourself

You will not be entertained

Suffer silently through

your offense and inflated pain

Regret you’ve been replaced

This is no longer your domain

You ruled uselessly for years

Now turn and go on your own way

And last but not least

I am abandoning you fear

For all the missed opportunities

You caused me while here

1 Corinthians 13:13

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

On Forgiveness

Poetry

There’s something in my way

And I think I know what it is

As much as I love the idea

I really don’t want to forgive

Forgiving feels impossible

To my injured pride and heart

But maybe You will help me

It’s at least a good place to start

Lord take my injuries

My offenses and pain

Hold them with You on the cross

Where You already took our blame

And the pain I’ve caused others

Hold it there with You

You truly forgave me

Now help me to do that too

Show us how to love like You

Matthew 18:21-22
21Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”

22Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.

Pride

Poetry

I just started reading a new book that I already am in love with.  “Unoffendable” by Brant Hansen.  There are several things I’d love to quote already just from the first chapter.  But, I will try not to quote the whole book.  🙂  What I’m writing here is not something I’m preaching to others but something I’m being convicted of myself.  Our pride/ego is a tricky thing.  It has it’s purpose and place but sure knows how to sneak in all the wrong places too.  First my poem, then quotes from the book:

Pride

We need it

And love it

We despise it

And accuse it

When it’s inflated

We feel like a king

When it’s injured

We feel the sting

It is just one piece

And not the whole

So forgive the injury

And let your pride go

 

And now from “Unoffendable”

“We won’t often admit this, but we like being angry.  We don’t like what caused the anger, to be sure; we just like thinking we’ve “got” something on someone.  So-and-so did something wrong, sometimes horribly wrong, and anger offers us a sense of moral superiority.”

And I love this next one,

“I’m me.  I tend to side with me.  My arguments are amazingly convincing to me.”

And finally,

“Anger is extraordinarily easy.  It’s our default setting.  Love is very difficult.  Love is a miracle.”