It used to conflict me that you never asked about my life in Africa. You never mentioned it and you never seemed shocked or excited when I told you about the scorpion in my bed or the snake that tried to eat my monkey. Didn’t it interest you? Didn’t I interest you? Everyone one else had millions of questions for me but you never had one.
I didn’t realize it then but you were giving me exactly what I had always longed for.
I hid behind Africa for so long. I wasn’t interesting without it. When people found out where I grew up, I became exciting to talk to. I was like a foreign relic they could show off and brag about. Who was I without Africa?
But you were different. You gave me a place to rest where Africa didn’t define me. I defined me. Where Africa is not what made me interesting. A place where you were only interested in me. You weren’t talking to me because you wanted to safari my past. You weren’t interested in me because of the lions and elephants and snakes. You showed me you only cared about me. You didn’t boast about your souvenir from Africa. To you I was more than an airplane ticket to an adventure. I was the adventure.
I struggled with my past. I used it to feel interesting. Africa is where I got my worth. Other times I hid it because I wanted to see if anyone was interested in only me. That was a scary option though. And it was hard to tell a story without bringing Africa up. So most of the time I would just stay silent. But you are helping me to see that my past is not a story I need to tell to find worth. And it’s not something I need to hide either.
But it’s still hard. Sometimes I hide my past because I don’t want others to think I’m bragging about my history. When someone tells a story about when they were little, how do I tell a story about when I was little when all my stories involve Africa? I get afraid people will think I am trying to one up them. How do I relate to a normal childhood when mine was anything but normal?
How do I relate? I guess that’s the real question. One I’ve been asking since I became a third culture kid. I thought maybe the question would go away once I became an adult. But I’m still asking… why don’t I fit in? Why don’t I know how to hold a conversation? Or even start one? Why do I still feel awkwardly foreign? Why don’t I have friends? What am I doing wrong? What are the unspoken rules? I thought I had them figured out. But I don’t. How will I ever feel at home?
But that’s when your voice comes back to calm my fears. I’m your home now. You never have to wander again. I love you for you. Your past doesn’t define you. You’re worth more than the pink and purple sunsets and the dirt roads and the starry filled sky. It is beautiful but that’s not why you’re beautiful. Don’t be afraid to talk about Africa. It’s not just a story, it is your life. Your life is where stories come from.
Even though I tried to hide behind my stories or behind my silence, you still saw me. You still see me. You don’t see the awkward foreign girl who doesn’t know social rules. You don’t see the bilingual translator who can’t understand jokes. You don’t see African. You don’t see un American. You only see me. And you’re helping me to see me too.
I want to die with you.
Holding your wrinkled, worn hand in mine
That still fits like a found puzzle piece.
Each of your wrinkles lines up with mine
To mark the paths that have travelled us.
Lying next to your warm, life weathered body
Snuggling me so close I can feel your steady heartbeat fading with mine.
Your arms surround me like a blanket
So we don’t feel Death’s cold lips
When he creeps in frostbiting our breath.
You still protect me, and I still feel safe
Even though his numbness has stopped the ache in our limbs.
We can’t feel our bodies
But we can still feel each other.
Feeling your slow breath on my ear
Still whispering not to worry, “We’ll do this together.”
I want to lie like this.
I want to fade into peace like this.
I want to die with you.
But mostly I want to live with you.
My husband and I were talking the other day about how churches should be more like AA meetings. To us, AA meetings are a place where broken people can go to find acceptance and support and friends and encouragement in their healing process. Where your past, or your present, aren’t held against you. It is a place where you already know that you are broken and you know that everyone you meet with are broken too. But the brokenness isn’t something to be hidden and ashamed of, but something to be celebrated because you are finally free in your brokenness. People don’t scowl at you when you enter for not measuring up to their standards. They don’t pre-judge you before they know you and they don’t judge you when they do get to know you because when they begin to form a relationship with you it is as fellow broken humans who need each other and can fight this together.
Perhaps we are glorifying the AA meeting which is very possible because we only know family members and friends who have gone to these meetings. But from the outside, standing at the doors of an AA meeting, at times, sounds more appealing to me than standing at the doors of a church.
I know several churches who say that they are a place for broken people. Who say that “Churches are a hospital for the sick not a hotel for saints” but in practice people don’t always live that out. Whether it is in the church’s spoken words or actions or attitudes, most of the time people visiting or even attending a church feel like brokenness is not accepted. Going into a church building, I think most people feel they need to hide their brokenness. Even if they don’t know exactly what is broken about them, there is a feeling that when you show up someone will see that brokenness and point it out.
Once inside, often there is not a feeling of acceptance, only a sense of possible acceptance if you can make yourself good enough and live up to all the standards and rules and do all that is needed to be done- confess, get baptized, become a member, go to every church meeting, don’t miss one day the doors are open, volunteer, teach, wear the right clothes, say the right things- basically “be perfect as your heavenly father is perfect” and don’t show any sign of humanness “because you are a new creation.”
Please know that the verses I am quoting are not supposed to be condemning or make one feel inadequate. I am only using them to show how Scripture can be twisted to make someone feel less than.
I have found that inside a church acceptance is conditional and love is conditional. Making the true God into a false god. Worshipped every Sunday as a conditional god who only accepts you when you are good enough, when you have jumped through all of the hoopes, when you have corrected yourself and made yourself righteous and holy and perfect all before you come to Him. Because if His children, who are examples of Him, treat us this way then it must be the same with God. There is no God to meet you in your brokenness here. If the church doesn’t go to this low level then there is the level where the unspoken word is “just do the best you can and cover up the brokenness so no one can see and then you’ll be accepted.”
And if ever a shard of glass from your brokenness falls out of your secure pocket on to the floor, scowls greet you. Once in awhile there are kind helping hands that stoop down and pick up your pieces and share the super glue they use with you. But most of the time, we all are just superglued broken glass trying to hide our cracks in dresses and suites and pretty words and judging others when we see through their stained-glass.
We have a problem here. A church is supposed to be the most welcoming and loving place ever. But more people find acceptance and genuine friendliness in a bar or an AA meeting than they do in a church. Judgments rain like praise songs in a church.“With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.” (James 3:9-10) It should not be, but it is. And I’m part of the problem too. There are several times when I wish I could have bit my words before they came out of my mouth. Whether I think someone deserved it or not, is that who I really want to be? If I want others to be loving and accepting, then I should be what I want. I still forget we’re not the super infallible Christian we all dress up to be.
I wish I could always speak kindly and always see the best in people even when they don’t show me their best. I don’t want to be someone who makes this problem worse. Someone who makes God out to be a conditional loving God. That is the worst place to be in. I used to be there. Always striving for perfection, or dressing myself up in the perfection everyone seemed to require of me. Giving the right answers, buying the best super-glue. I met all the standards they demanded-confession, being baptized, showing up every time the doors were open, teaching, volunteering- and soon I believed that meeting all of those standards is what made me a Christian. It was almost like if I even messed up on one of those “requirements” then I was a step further on a downward spiral to hell. I trusted in my own actions to save me. And it was exhausting. When you live like this everything becomes an obligation and not a joy. Everything is dependent upon you instead of Jesus.
If you believe that you are Christian because you show up every time the church doors are open and because you meet all the standards and requirements, that is the same as an addict believing they are sober because they show up to every AA meeting. Sobriety can’t happen if an addict keeps drinking. Christianity can’t happen if we keep hiding. There has to be a heart change. And our hearts can’t change if we keep locking them up because they aren’t perfect enough yet. We need to stop judging and conditioning God’s acceptance. Nothing will change if we keep dressing up our brokenness. Let’s stop the scowls and stop the judgments and actually start treating others the way we want to be treated. Whether they deserve it or not. Who is it you want to be?
It’s going to be hard but let’s be broken together. Otherwise if we keep biting and devouring one another, we will be destroyed by each other. God didn’t condition His love for us, so let’s stop conditioning our love upon others.
In a windy, wasteland she grew.
Hidden where no seeing eye could appreciate her beauty.
Up through the dry, cracked dirt
As she matured,
Jagged edges conspired to scar her tender green skin.
Dirty hands ravaged her white petals
Striving to strip her soft heart of its beauty.
Suffocating heat whipped her,
Seeking to strain the pink color from her cheeks.
But still she grew.
Despite the nomads who doubted her strength
Mocking her intricate frame,
“She’ll never survive this harsh land.”
Despite jealous eyes ridiculing her elegance,
“Why are you here? No one will ever see you.”
She danced in the thrashing wind
Twirling in the midst of the broken ground.
Singing her song in the smothering heat.
Thriving through the destruction
Of careless fingers.
Under the glances of spiteful, blind eyes
The wasteland could not waste her.
Devastation swirled around her,
Desolation breathed upon her
the beauty grew
though no one could see.
Sometimes, I’m afraid to say I am a Christian. There is so much negative connotation that comes with that word. Sort of like saying, “I am a Muslim.” Suddenly everyone thinks you’re going to blow someone up and all you think about is infidels and genocide. But just like every Muslim does not walk around shouting “Off with their head!” so every Christian is not a judgmental hypocrite. I know that sounds like a lie or a plea for “my people.” But in truth it’s just a plea for me.
I grew up in the church. I grew up as a preacher’s kid and a missionary kid in a the household of the most judgmental and legalistic person I know. And I grew up knowing that Christians should not judge or be hypocrites. But that there were rules and you had to follow all of those rules. If someone else did not follow the rules then you were allowed to judge them and condemn them and prophecy all the bad things that would happen to them. You were to look down on them. So that just maybe their shame would make them want to be right again. He taught me to make it look like you were enjoying yourself so much that the “sinner” would be jealous and turn from their wicked ways and come back to the “family.” I can see now what a twisted, wicked teaching this was. Even though as a child I felt something off about this and in my heart it felt so horrid and wrong, I had to survive. Or I would be the outcast. And at 10 years old in the middle of an African savannah where was I to go? So I believed the lies and ignored the aching questions in my heart. I told myself, he is a preacher. He is a missionary. He knows God’s word. He knows what’s right. He was placed by God over me to lead me and guide me. So if I don’t do what he says then I am not doing what God says. And he told me feelings don’t matter just obedience. So I obeyed and ignored my heart. And no matter what question I had in my heart – “But what about forgiveness and love and grace?” – there was always a hammer of twisted scripture to bash my hope to pieces.
You only get love when you’ve earned it. Once you have believed in me, once you have confessed all your wickedness, once you have baptized yourself, once you have made yourself perfect. You only get love when you do everything right to remain in my love. Messing up is not remaining in my love. Jesus already died once for you don’t make a mistake and waste his death. Don’t push Him to save you each time you mess up because He will get tired of it. He already died for you once don’t make him do it again. Forgiveness is only for those who live rightly and don’t do it again. Mercy and grace are only for the pure and perfect ones who have proven themselves and who deserve it.
But who don’t ever need it.
All I wanted to do was love people. But “You can’t just come over here and love on people!” You have to show them their wickedness, you have to make them do what is right. They are the world. They are the sinners. And until they repent they cannot be your friends. They are a danger and a threat to your Christian life. They will steal your soul so you must steal theirs first for Jesus.
But I wanted to know people and be kind to people not so I could introduce them to Jesus but just because they were people too and they looked like they desired love like I did.
To my little, deceived eyes Jesus was a trickster. He was kind to people and loving at first to get them to like him and want to be a part of his “family” but once you were apart of it there were loads of rules and all he did was point out how miserable you were and how you never measured up and how you failed and were ungrateful and didn’t deserve anything he gave you.
But this isn’t the real Jesus. This was just a man who had been deceived and lied to himself for so long he couldn’t see God’s truth anymore so that he became a deceiver and a liar. He was just a man. He was not God. And he definitely did not speak for God.
I’m beginning to believe that satan uses Scripture to deceive us. When we read God’s word, God is right there. But so is satan. And he’s twisting everything his way. I think it is easier for us to believe satan’s lies than God’s truth because satan appeals to our rational thinking and God’s truths are anything but rational.
You are loved. You are accepted. You have unending grace and mercy. I love to die for you. I love you. Even in all your sin. You don’t have to earn anything. I’ve already taken care of that. Just live with me. Just let me love you. I have so much love for you. I have so much goodness for you. I do want to see you smile and be happy and truly enjoying all I have created. It all was created for you anyway. I want you to feel. I created your feelings. You can be sad, you can be angry, you can feel hate. But most of all I want you to feel love and be loved. Love covers over a multitude of sins. Love builds up. Love sets you free from all that dark baggage that keeps you locked up. It’s hard to see the real Jesus when you’ve seen a false one for so long. It’s hard to believe the truth you’ve always hoped for.
Once I finally got out from under the corrupted teachings, I began to realize how free I was. How saved and loved I was. I had always known it, but I never knew it within my heart. Before, I couldn’t understand why anyone in the world would ever want to come to Jesus if you had to be perfect and live up to expectations and standards and if you failed you were one step closer to hell. I couldn’t see why anyone would want to live to earn someone’s favor but never receive it. To have your failings rubbed in your face. To feel like God’s love was always out of reach. And I could never climb the ladder. It was like once you thought you’d reached the top another 100 steps were added. I knew God loved me and saved me but everything was conditional. He loved me when I had done enough to please him enough to love me. He loved me when I got all of the right answers, when I was humble, when I was thoughtful, when I was kind, when I obeyed, when I knew what he wanted me to do without him even telling me, when he was in a good mood- which was hardly ever because he was never satisfied and was extremely unpredictable. God didn’t love me for me unless me was good enough. Which I never felt I was.
But now, now that I am free from that twisted authority over me, I have found freedom in not being good enough. Because I already am good enough. Even in my weakness, even in my mistakes, even in my sinful heart. The heart that struggles to forgive the mean words said against me, to forgive the deceived father who deceives, to forgive the best friend who betrayed me, to forgive the scowling glances that look down on me. It is hard. But now I know God has grace for me and He doesn’t look down on me for not being strong enough. He smiles at me and says “It’s okay, that’s what I am here for. I’m the strong one for you. I’m the grace-giver, the heart restorer. I have covered you in beauty. You never have to try to be enough because you already are enough. I am pleased with you. You don’t have to do something right to get a smile from me. Just be my child We’ll do this life together. And don’t forget, you have an advantage because I’ve already overcome it.”
With all this love and acceptance why wouldn’t anyone want to come to Jesus? Now I can finally understand why so many other people I’ve read about are so beautifully in love with a God who has no catch.
So, yes, I am a Christian. And maybe I’m a hypocritical judgmental Christian because I still make mistakes and I am not perfect. I still tend to judge people before I know them. That guy with the snakebites and black clothes who walked into my class striking fear in my heart. He must be an angry man who listens to screamo because they are angry too. But who had the kindest smile and the warmest heart. Who talked to me every day. Who listened to Of Monsters and Men with me. Who encouraged and believed in me and became one of my best friends. Or the girl with the tattoos and the sad face. Who wore gray clothes and never smiled or talked. But who drove and sang “Should’ve Bought Her Flowers” with me as loud as we could. Who gave me the most belly aching fits of laughter of my life. Who gave me a place to be myself and still be loved.
Or the tan guy with dirty, baggy clothes who smelled like smoke and softball fields. Who was rumored about – he always has a girl on his arm, his brother is a druggy so you know he does something too, he didn’t grow up in the church so he’ll never be good enough. But who has the softest heart. Who forgives the spiteful words said against him. Who is kind to those who aren’t kind to him. Who accepts my brokenness. Who loves me in my imperfections and still believes I’m perfect to him. Who thanks God with me every day for bringing our broken lives together. Who showed me how to love and forgive and be loved and forgiven.
I know why people don’t want to come to Jesus. It’s because of people like me who fail and get in the way of how much love God actually has to give. People who say they are Christians but don’t love like they should or forgive like they should or accept like they should. People who aren’t perfect. People who are just humans too.
Remember, I grew up in the church I’ve seen how evil people can be. But I’ve also seen how wonderful they can be. So when I say I am a Christian, please remember that doesn’t mean I am perfect, It doesn’t mean I won’t make mistakes, and it doesn’t mean I’m not human. I am doing my best just like you. But sometimes I get weary of trying to be good in a world so bad. Sometimes darkness clouds my sight and I can’t see clearly. But please give me a second chance because I know a God of endless second chances and I am trying to be more like Him. Please forgive me for when I fail and hurt you. I know I am expected to be better. But living up to expectations is exhausting. So please bare with me as I try to get through this life as a Christian imperfect human. I’m not making excuses. I’m just saying Christian does not equal perfection. And as you try to remember that, I’ll try to remember it too. Let’s do this life together.
Once Upon a time, a very long time ago, there was this great and powerful being. He wasn’t a man but he wasn’t an angel or a ghost either. He just existed. He could look like a man if he wanted to. Or he could be invisible just like the wind. When he would decide to look like a man, he had dark skin and black hair and a black beard. He was so powerful he could think up anything he imagined and all he had to do was to speak and it would exist. His name is Creator.
One day when Creator was just existing, he realized how very lonely he was and how much he wanted to love something and be loved in return. He had such great love in his whole being it was like his blood was made out of love. But he had no one to give it to. No one he could watch smile and laugh and live and be happy. So he decided he was going to create other little beings who could walk and talk and speak. Some creatures he could love and who could love him back. But he didn’t want to force them to love him. He wanted them to choose if they wanted to not because he had programmed them to love him.
So when he was creating their world, the place in which they would live, he divided it. On one side he planted this beautiful garden. There he planted little trees which had juicy fruit hanging off of their branches and he planted huge trees and both were so green and bright. He made his little beings sky so blue just like the seaside he built with water and sand and cliffs.
He also decided to plant many different flowers that smelled so sweet their fragrance filled the entire garden. The smell of juice-filled fruit also filled the garden. The fruit on the trees was so big and juicy that when his little beings bit into the fruit, juice would fill their mouths and drip down their chins.
After he had made the garden, he created all sorts of creatures. All of them could talk and walk and think. The garden was so beautiful that all of the beings he created were so happy in the garden.
Now, that was only half of the world he created. The other half was dark without any green grass. It was just dark dirt with dead black trees and branches and thorns. The fruit on this side was small and wrinkled. It was not like the big juicy fruit in the living garden. The seaside on this half was muddy and brown and smelled bad. There were also no flowers so the smell of the muddy sea filled the air. The sky was not blue either. Instead it was more of a gray color. Even when the sun was shining everything still was gray instead of bright blue. It looked like the sun never shined. Creator tried to make this place so terrible so that none of His beings would want to go there.
To divide the living garden from the dead garden, he decided to build a huge wall. But it wasn’t just any wall. This was actually a giant mirror. On the bottom half was a gray brick wall about 7-foot-high and on top of that was the mirror running the whole length of the gardens. Against the wall in the living garden were bushes. And trees grew and stood tall. But in the dead garden only thickets and thorns grew. In the wall, Creator had placed a doorway and when you looked through you could see all the black dead trees and the gray sky. Sometimes there were even these dark black bat like creatures that flew by or that sat and looked at the beings on the other side. Their fur was tangled and their eyes were red.
Even though Creator made this dead garden so terrible He still knew at some point his little beings would be curious and would want to know what was on the other side. He knew they would be tempted to go over there. That is why He built the wall with a mirror on top. He wanted His beings to look up in the mirror and see their beautiful world and be reminded of all the love Creator had for them.
There was only one rule in the entire garden. Creator called all of His beings and animals and birds together and said, “There is only one rule in this garden. You must not go through the doorway into the dead world. For if you go through you will die and you will not be able to come back through to this garden. You will be stuck in death.”
All of the creatures listened and nodded their heads.
Creator said, “Remember how much I love you and enjoy all of the good things I have created for you.”
And the creatures did. They had a great feast with singing and dancing and they were all so happy and joyful and full of love for each other and love for Creator.
But, as time went on they started to look more and more at that doorway. It was just so strange. What was on the other side? Did it look dark and black everywhere? Why was it that way? And what were those black bat creatures?
One day two beings were walking and talking with one another when they happened to look at the doorway. There sat one of those black bats just on the other side. He said, “Hello, little ones.”
“Hello,” they answered.
The bat motioned for them to come closer. They hesitated but he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
So they came closer. They were at the edge of the doorway.
“What is it like over there?” They asked.
“Why don’t you come in and find out for yourself? Everyone is welcome here.”
And he smiled.
“Creator told us we are not allowed to go over there. He said we will surely die and then we can never return to this garden.”
“Ooh, little ones, how little you know. I am alive aren’t I? I am speaking with you and breathing. Yet I am over here.”
“But why would we want to come over there when everything is so dark and dead looking?” One of them asked.
“You only see what the doorway allows you to see. Take a step back and look up in that mirror.”
So they did.
“Do you see all those giant green trees and those crystal mountains. Look at that blue sky. Do you see the mansions on the hills? That all is really this world. You are not looking into a mirror. All that you see up there is really what is over here.”
“But Creator said that what’s in the mirror is our world. And what about all the dead we see through the doorway?”
“Little ones, that is what Creator wants you to think. As long as you believe that mirror reflects your garden you will stay where you are. You will stay right where He wants you. You will only know what He wants you to see. As for the dead you see, that is just in the doorway. Your Creator made it all ugly at the doorway so you would not come in and discover all of the true beauty.”
The black creature could see they were listening intently and saw in their eyes doubt and belief forming. So he continued, “He does not want you to make your own decisions. He wants to control you and keep you for himself. After all, didn’t He make you for Himself?”
And so the beings were deceived. They believed their good Creator to be a liar. They believed Him to be selfish and to be hiding reality from them. So they walked through the door.
When Creator saw them pass through the doorway, His heart broke. Tears began to stream down His face. And at that moment it began to rain and storm in the living garden. Black clouds covered the sky for the first time. Lightning struck and thunder rattled the tree branches.
Slowly, over the years, Creator watched each one of His beloved beings go through the doorway. His heart broke every time. He strived to show His creatures His love by giving them all they needed. But they started believing He was the enemy and soon all His creatures had left His presence and crossed through the doorway. There was no one left. No one who believed in His love and no one to love Him.
He looked at the world He created. On one side was the empty beautiful garden and on the other side was just the dead black garden full of thorns and gray skies. His creatures had been tricked. They had been lied to with His truth. They thought He was their enemy. His creatures realized now how badly they were deceived. They each had begun to grow black feathers and fur and their eyes had a red tint to them. They cried out to their Creator. And He heard their cries. He saw them living in darkness and being tortured every day by the black bats. Creator knew the black bats were only torturing them because they hated Him. He knew what He had to do so He could free His beings.
Creator walked through His beautiful garden and went straight to the doorway and stopped. He could hear the screams and cries on the other side. He called out to the black bats, “I am here! Stop hurting them!”
He heard the cries settle. Then a ruffling, booming sound like thunder in the air grew louder and louder. It was all of the black bats flying to the doorway. They landed on the dead branches, their red eyes fixed on Creator.
“I am here.” He repeated calmly.
“So we see.” Said the leader. “Why don’t you come through the doorway?”
“I will come through but when I do you must leave my creatures alone.”
The black bats snickered, “If we can have you we will. But you know there must be blood.” They began to be excited and jumped up and down shaking the tree branches.
“Fine.” Creator said. “You can have my blood. But once you do it all will end.”
“Yes, it all will end.” Said the leader with a smile.
Creator could hear His creatures whimpering and crying still. Crying for Him. He closed His eyes and said, “Let it be known that my creatures are free. My blood shall pay the price.” At this He stepped through the doorway.
As soon as He stepped through all of the black bats attacked Him. Swarms of black were all around Him. They were ripping Him to pieces with their sharp claws and fangs. There were screams of terror from the creatures as they watched their creator die. They cried for Him and for the pain they had caused.
As the black bats continued to tear at Creator, His red blood leaked on the ground. His blood was everywhere. There was so much it started to flow back down to the doorway. Suddenly as His blood trickled through the doorway into the living garden, the wall dividing the two gardens began to vibrate. A sound like thunder rumbling grew louder and louder. The black bats stopped and looked up. As they did the wall exploded. Bricks and shattering glass blast at them. But there was something else. A bright light from the beautiful garden came sweeping across the land. It swept through the dead garden. It was so white and bright and hot the black bats exploded. Everything dead was being drowned in blinding light. Then a crack of lightning went off like an atomic firework and everything was still.
Each of the beings slowly opened their eyes. Gone was the red tint. Their skin was smooth and soft. They looked around them. There was no more wall or mirror or gray sky or dead trees or thorns or black bats. The sky was so blue everywhere. The green grass replaced black dirt and was so soft to the touch. Green trees replaced black branches. Birds were singing in the air. There were flowers everywhere and gone was that terrible smell of death. Sweetness filled the breeze. All was new.
The Creatures got up off of the ground. Their pain was gone too. How could this happen? They were all so shocked and overwhelmed, when they saw another glowing light coming toward them.
As it drew nearer they realized it was their Creator. He was smiling. He had tears streaming down His cheeks. He opened His arms towards them. All at once His beings ran into His arms and He held them. They were home again. They could feel His heart pounding and His blood rushing. His blood had saved them. His love had saved them. From that day on they all lived in the happiness of the green garden. Loving and being loved by one another and their Creator. While they never forgot what their Creator had done for them, the darkness became only a bad dream. And they rejoiced in the light every day that followed.
Before night closes his sentry eyes to sleep through the coming light,
Silent dew drops slip in.
Resting on green grass in the dark gray
Glistening with excitement for the coming glory.
They sparkle like the stars in the black velvet sky.
For one moment, the night sky and the green earth glow as one.
Like fireflies lighting up the surrounding dark
Their hearts beat light together.
They hold their breath and all is still.
It is coming!
A golden glow awakens on the deep blue horizon.
She yawns yellow, breathing out pink and purple.
Stretching her golden rays she touches each green blade;
And with her pink lips kisses each dew drop warm.
Quietly she lullabies night to shut his weary eyes
Swaddling him in her orange and lavender arms.
Gently, she covers him with her turquoise blanket
Heating the air with her soft song.
Slowly, each flower unfolds their sleepy petals
To soak up her melodious light.
Morning doves flutter their feathers awake
And begin to coo to her tune.
Silently, she stretches through the windowsill
Filtering her light through flowing white curtains
to embrace even me.
With her warm caress she melts the cold scars of my heart.
We are new again.