Brother Wolf

Here’s a poem I wrote–inspired by the Jungle Book. I hope you enjoy!

Dear brother wolf, please howl at night for me,
and let me know that all’s alright and free.
And when the tiger’s burning eyes conspire,
do save me from that gleam like human fire.
Oh, when the eyes of gold capture my soul
please let me know you’ll fight for me forever.

Now would you howl in darkness till forever?
Until the burning dies, you’d howl for me?
Until the fire has gone far passed my soul?
To rest in your soft fur till I am free?
The trees will churn and burn, for I am fire.
Carry me unto the heaven’s pier.

Now would you howl though snake and ape conspire
Though tiger fierce with teeth would kill forever?
Please howl so I can hear and fight my fire.
Please howl until your voice has come to me.
I hear your voice, though dark and soft, to free,
to fight, protect, be used to find my soul.

I hear it call above my burning soul,
above the fiery forest where snakes conspire.
Where apes, tigers and men bind what is free.
Your voice, like fountain springs that flow forever.
Like wise black panther breath to teach, lead me.
Your soft gray chest to nest my thoughts of fire.

My arms deep in your fur forget the fire,
a peace, like rain and frogs, quiets my soul.
And there, in silence, I can dream of being me.
Your wise and yellow eyes do not conspire.
I wish to hold this in my hand forever,
but I must let it fall like stones, be free.

I leave the skin and fur, the water free.
I leave the loving trees, for I am fire.
My brother howl to let me know forever
That like cruel chains on elephants, our souls
will tethered be. And I choose to conspire
to not forget you. Howl to remember me.

Until the fire of man is lost forever,
and darkened, desolate souls cease to conspire,
I will wait for your free howl, remembering me.

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Oh whispering wind,
Tell me I’m growing up like a tree.
Tell me my roots are deepening.
Tell me I’m not shrinking.
Cause I feel so much smaller,
and yet I feel weary.
I feel so much older,
and yet I haven’t learned to stop falling.

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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

Hey guys,

I know I haven’t written in forever and I want to apologize. Recently, I’ve been sick and have been trying to keep up with writing my book (even despite the sickness) and try to get school done (even though it’s crazy.) It’s a little bit funny. My friend texted me two weeks ago telling me I should write an essay about Lady Luck for St. Patrick’s day (which is an imaginary personification of Luck I grumble to or about when I’m playing card or board games.) Either way, today felt pretty unlucky. I had a procedure today—including sedation, no eating yesterday, (the whole deal)—but when we think about it St. Patrick’s Day isn’t really about luck either. In fact, when St. Patrick was my age, he was in Ireland (as a slave herding sheep.) Around my age, he’d been kidnapped and became a slave. That doesn’t sound very lucky! But at the same time, later in life, he became a great missionary to Ireland. I don’t know what God wants to do with my life. Often, I have trouble trusting him. But on St. Patrick’s Day I get to remember, that through it all God is in control. And, he’s preparing me. Preparing me for something amazing and great. Something I don’t understand or know right now. But I can trust him that today being sick is one step in the process of becoming who he’s making me and embracing his wonderful plan. Let it be! Thank you, Jesus. I trust you.

“His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’”—Matthew 25:23

In Christ,

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Let it be the question that is answered;
Let it be the whisper that is heard.
Let it be the roaring of the ocean,
or the soaring of a bird.

Let me soon escape the darkest passes.
Let the fire burn within these ashes.
Let my cup be filled with holy passion–
till it overflows with waves of love.

Let me wait and watch through night and sunshine.
Let me know that you will always be mine.
Let me see your love inside of me–
till it overflows.

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Encouragement for Teenagers (from John Piper)

A few nights ago, I was listening to Ask Pastor John (Pastor John Piper’s podcast where he answers questions about Christian living) and we came across this. It’s a really encouraging reminder for teenagers (and everyone) to measure our worth not by the world’s standards but by God’s. I hope you enjoy:

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Jesus IS: And 3 things he is

Last week I said I’d be discussing who Jesus is, and subsequently, some common pitfalls we fall into in our relationship with him. I would like to look at Jesus in three ways: 1. Jesus as God. 2. Jesus as a person. And lastly (and possibly most importantly) 3. Jesus as real.

1. Jesus is God

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:1-5)

“Then I turned to see the voice that was speaking to me, and on turning I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, from his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword, and his face was like the sun shining in full strength. When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead” (Revelation 1:12-17A)

Jesus is God, and as God, he is to be feared, respected, and obeyed. John’s response to fall on his feet before the Lord is the correct response. It’s the very response we should have. Too often our prayer life is boring because we don’t see Jesus for who He really is: He is God, the Lord.
So, our prayers should be full of fear and trembling—yet so often we think of Jesus only as the One who died for our sin and sing songs like, “Yes, Jesus loves me” or “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”
This is true, but it’s not the whole picture. Jesus is not only loving—he is terrifying. We shouldn’t go to him as some sort of emotional-support imaginary friend or like a spiritual butler. We should go to Him as God, because that’s who He is.
The Bible says that we should, “fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell” (Matthew 10:28B.)
And yet Jesus does love us—and he isn’t only (or primarily) a terror.

2. Jesus is a person

And that means he cares for us personally. He cares for the exact situations we’re going through—and wants to hold us through all of it.
Another pitfall we can fall into is to think of Jesus as some completely ethereal person in the sky, judging us. Yes, his judgment is righteous and good. But judging isn’t the only thing he does. He did, really, die for us because of his love. And that love is still here today.
In Hebrews he is called our great high priest:
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin” (Hebrews 4:15.)
So if Jesus is so powerful (because he is God) and yet loves us so much (in fact is able to sympathize with our very weaknesses) than that’s amazing, incredible news. But it doesn’t make any difference if we don’t get the last point down:

3. Jesus is real

Really real. Not conceptually real—but really, totally, completely real. Often, I feel like I pray and read my Bible because it’s the right thing to do. I don’t understand Jesus’ love for me or the love I should have for him.
I narrow it down to: there’s some white dude with long hair and a long, white robe (kind of like an eternal Santa Clause) who loves the world so much—loves everyone. But I don’t see the personal side to it, because I don’t see that he’s real.
I narrow my love down to—do the right thing. Don’t do the wrong thing. Or else Jesus (or God) will be made at me.
If we put together Jesus’ God-ness and person-ness without understanding that he’s real, we get something like a vending machine or a business relationship:
If I’m bad Jesus will be upset and probably punish me terribly. But if I’m good I can use him (we call it prayer) to get what I want.
That kind of thinking does make Jesus mad. Don’t you understand? Jesus died. . .died so that we could have a brother-like relationship with him. We’re treating him like a super-rich, abusive father that if you can manage to get on his good side will give you lots of money and stuff.
He’s the king of the entire world that gave up everything (literally everything) to have a relationship with you.

How should that impact our prayer life? I’d love to hear your ideas and struggles in relating with our awesome heavenly brother, Jesus!

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Is life always like this?
To break out of the darkness
To reach out your hand–
just far enough
To grasp out for God.
Praying He’ll be close when He’s far away.
The blackness encroaching,
you find yourself choking.
Are you really alive at all?
When you’re all by yourself,
how can you break your fall?

When two lie down together they keep warm.
Nothing is so tight as a threefold chord.

And yet your crawling on the pebbled floor–
Through the concrete walls of lies
that squeeze out of the sky,
like metal magnets,
and you’re the target.
And you’re alone.

How can you reach out
when there’s no one to reach to?
How can you call loud
when no one will hear you?

But I know of scars and nails and a crown of thorns.
I know of wood and pierced sides and black skies–a man calling “Abba Father!”

While I grope in the dark,
with my hands torn apart.
When I look through the shadows
and peer with blind eyes.
I hear a drum beating
to the sound of His heart.
I remember the bleeding
and I learn to call out.

While He spits in my eyes and spreads mud on them too,
I will remember.
My blurified vision will be purified.
And I will learn to
look through Your eyes.
All the darkness around me
will sink in that mud.
And I’ll look to the truth,
and I’ll see your love.

I’ll see your love.
Wash over me, Lord.
Let me see your love.

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