My theological positions catch all the loose reasoning threads,
and I am satisfied,
maybe even smug,
that I have things all figured out—life and God all figured out.
But when my pain is greater than my doctrine
and my panic stronger than my syllogisms,
I feel more infidel than faithful.
more unsettled than sure.
When the press is great and the rescue far off, help me not to fail but fall—
fall into You.
Without this falling, I will free-fall and be lost.
No words. Absolutely stunning images and reflection! Love it!
Touche! I think we all have these feelings of being less than we should be. Lovely!
Wonderful poem/prayer. I especially love the mental image at the end of falling into God’s loving hands, in trust that they will be there to catch me.
Thank you. Scary, but the safest place to be.
Thank you! It’s all that “Life is hard” jazz!
Beautifully put. That was an almost Psalms-like expression. Loved it.
Thanks, Joe. I probably wouldn’t make a positive confession-name-it-claim-it person, but it is real.
Prayer going up with your words. Sometimes we need to be taken down a notch, don’t we?
We’re usually already there, but just don’t know it. Humility recognizes grace received.
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