Maybe our worlds need to be shaken
I’ve built some nice ideas over the weeks, months, years.
Some hidden idols
(Mentalities, stereotypes, judgments.)
Sometimes I get trapped in my own brooke-reality
Trapped under the buildings we build with faulty foundations
(Religion. Laws. Doctrine. Static, archaic things that do not bring LIFE)
We’ve been told God is our rock
Stiff, rigid, ouch-I-stubbed-my-toe, un-alive rock?
(The stone was rolled away after three days)
I can’t get the blood out of my head.
Life is in the blood
He shed His blood
Told us we would have to drink it to find life
Our gods are rocks. The stability and security,
The solid-rock life insurance
Rows of little rock-god-statues we hid behind
Maybe our worlds need to be shaken
And everything will crumble.
What if we knew nothing.
Nothing
Nothing
NOTHING
But the blood of Jesus?
The life flow love joy peace freedom brokenness messiness
Blood of Jesus.
What else is there?
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