Here’s the first of five stanzas of a poem I whipped up tonight. Title, “Never Too Late.” Then I’ll explain why I sent it to the exclusive Cloudburst Syndicated Poetry list.
Today! tonight! this moment! now! You can reroute your fate; To kill the pagan or sacred cow, It's never, it's never too late.
I got a notice a bit ago that the list had been inactive for three months, and if I didn’t use it over the next month, it would get deleted. So there.
The Cloudburst list was created for print publications. But since I’ve pretty much quit seeking to publish my poetry in print periodicals, I’ve not had much use for the list. Still, I’m not sure I’m ready to ax it.
If you want to read the rest of the poem, gimme a buzz.
Most people don’t read or like poetry, so I’d better move on to the next subject.
Has been a hard weekend, emotionally. More on that later, maybe, when it’s appropriate.
It’s good to have friends, Christian friends, with whom to share the tough moments, who will pray for and with you, who stand beside you. I forget to say thank you to them, to thank God for them.
Somebody posted on Facebook the KJV rendering of Col. 3:5, “Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth.” That phrase sounds funny today, as if it were ordering us to kill (or embarrass, thanks Rob!) the church folk on the planet. All the newer — and better — versions I know of, translate the first word as “Put to death.” They aren’t as consistent with “your members.”
The new Common English Bible is pretty good here: “So put to death the parts of your life that belong to the earth.” It gets the idea of members in there, which some versions don’t — not even the ESV, horrors!
But you’ll quickly tire of version talk, too. So on to other things.
I preached twice today, once at SJCampos, once at Taubaté, continuing the “Bread and Butter” series, numbers 2 and 3. This morning, on “To edify the church of God;” tonight, on “To obey the word of God.” They were 15 and 35 minutes, respectively. Different settings, different needs. Now, if I could just get it all written down.
Saturday come two American visitors to see our life and work. We’ll whisk them off to a churrasco, Brazilian BBQ with the brethren on that same day, have them preach Sunday at both congregations, then talk their ears off until the following Wednesday of their departure. Looking forward to their time with us.
The post has gotten long. The night advances. Blessings on your week, as you serve the Lord.