I am so many things

I am a bride

I am the subject of the desire

Of a King

Unparalleled in wisdom

Outstanding amongst all men

Unmatched in perfection

Eyes of mercy that blaze with fire

Sparing no expense on my behalf

Surrendering everything for the sake of our relationship

His fiery passion for me

Overcoming the finality of death itself

I am a son

I am defined by my relationship with my father

A father who adopted me

A father who embraced me at my worst

After I had shamefully and foolishly rejected him

His forgiveness eradicating my every weighty sin

Clothing me in beautiful robes I could never afford

Lavishing upon me an immeasurable inheritance

I have done nothing to earn

I am dust

A growing ball of cells

My existence is finite

A few limited years upon this earth

And to the dust I will return

The grand pinnacle of my existence

Is beholding the eternal God who formed my first ancestor from the dirt

Who saw fit to uniquely weave me together in the womb

Who saw fit to stoop down

To place his hand upon my fragile life

Guiding, leading, loving me

Until the day

When my eyes behold him face to face

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The Great Exchange

I had walked past that shop many times. Flickers of curiosity had been quenched by apathy, worry or distraction. Today for some reason, I stopped. The sign outside stated in clear and daring letters “The Great Exchange”. My eyes travelled down to a notice underneath. “ I want all your junk. Bring the worst that you have. In exchange, I will give you my life ”. It was such a strange concept. I had heard of the man who ran the shop inside. Some people said he was an imposter. Some people said he was crazy. Some people said he was a myth; that he didn’t really exist. They said he had holes in his hands, and scars on his body. Whoever he was, he was surely an enigma. Maybe he was dangerous? Why did he want this junk anyway? And could it really be true? I mean, it sounded just too good to be true… There must be some sort of catch. If there was anything I had learned in life, it’s that you can’t trust anyone these days. Walking away I dismissed this mystery pawn man from my ...

The Slave Market

I had known for some time that this day would come. I woke that morning with a heavy heart, half hoping for a moment that my dream had been reality and my waking a dream. My reality was so much worse than any nightmare my mind could fabricate. Today was the last day of my freedom. Well, perhaps it would be more correct to say, that today would be the last of any semblance of self-independence. Today I would be escorted to the old courthouse in the centre of the city. I would attend the dreaded courtroom 99, known colloquially as ‘The Slave Market’. I would leave the courthouse, in the company of a new master. I would have been bought by one of my creditors. I would be his slave. The only uncertain thing about this entire process was who would claim me. All of my creditors had a good case in law and fact against me. And I could not afford to repay a single one. I had pawned everything I owned in the hopes of repaying my debt. Last week, I had made the tragic journey t...

Perspective

One day I am going to stand before God, and He is going to ask me what I did with the talents He gave me. I will respond, “well, I wasn’t sure if the inspiration I had was really from you. So I started talking to a lot of different people. I got their opinions and followed their advice to reformulate my work. Then I started trying to guess what other people would think, by attempting to place myself into the minds of people I never speak to, and know nothing about. Then I tried re-doing things according to my own understanding because I wasn’t happy with what I originally had.” Then God will say, why didn’t you trust me? I will respond, “because I was afraid.” Then, I will look up. I will see the God whose voice caused the universe to burst forth and the earth to be born. The God whose creative power designed every single kind of animal, every living plant, every towering mountain and roaring ocean. The creative power that designed the human mind and intellect and nam...

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