The Mask

Why the hiding?

Why can no one know who you are?

What are you afraid of?

If someone gets to close is something going to scare them off?

Is it for safety?

Is it because of fear?

Is it even necessary?

Is it more comforting to hide than to let people in?

Which way is more life-giving?

Which way offers more promise?

Is it the fear of disappointment? 

Is disappointment even avoidable?

Life is not for hiding.

Hiding is not living.

It is barely surviving and waiting for the next disappointment.

True or Correct

Does it matter who is right?
Has making yourself look right not come at a great cost?
Is that all that matters?
Is your image so important that taking people down become a justifiable cause?
This is not the way.
If I cannot do something without making others look bad, it is not right.
There is no way for this to be acceptable.
Or at least no imaginable way.
The Church is not a leadership structure designed for backstabbing.
That is pride. Pride has no place in the Church. 

Why fight?

There are no sides.
There are no teams.
Aren't we all in this together?
Does the bickering make you feel good?
Does destroying people honor God?
Get over yourself.
Move past the first son.

The Reason I Sing

There are no words.
There is one Reason that I have not lost hope.
There is one Reason that even though I mess life up,
I am not forsaken.
It is my first love.
It is the only Reason I can love.
Well, the Reason that I am learning how to love.
I have a long ways to go.
I have been terribly unloveable along the way.
I have been terrible to many at the same time.
But there is Hope.
There is Forgiveness.
And there is Love.
Because of this, there is Life. 

Love is a verb.

While so deserved,
I am not disqualified.
It is the qualifier.
Everything else is failure.
Everything else is disatisfaction.
It points towards a hope that cannot be understood.
Without It, life is meaningless.
Without It, life does not work.
Without It, life is nothing.
With It, the pains and the grumblings make sense.
With It, there is purpose.
Though wretched that I am,
I can live and breathe again because of It.