Thoughts from an Ordinary Guy

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Month: September 2015 (page 1 of 4)

Naomi–Wisdom and Courage

Thank you for taking the time to read Naomi’s poem and to think and pray about the issues that she raises.

We have a lot of work to do.

We have a lot of learning to do.

If you’ve been moved by what Naomi has written and would like to “do something” to help be the change, use the “comment” box on the right side of the post to get in touch.   Naomi and I and her youth group leader have been talking about some ideas – we’d love to have more people help.

In the next day or two, there will be a tab on the top of the page called “Naomi’s Prayer for Change.”   That will contain a link to the entire poem as one entity so that you can print it, share it and more.  

If you want to get in touch with Naomi – use the box on the right and I will make sure she gets it.

Thanks for reading, thanks for caring.

Tom

Leadership and Being the Change–by Naomi–Part 6

If leadership isn’t all just Loud noise

Then, by faith I can lead His people

and pray them through

Give an encouraging word,

Be a frieBut there is hope:

My God comes and will not be silent,

but proclaims justice for the oppressed

and restores order through reconciliation

and I am one of his agents

Like Bonhoeffer I exhort,

Who of you realizes

That to speak up for those who cannot

Is the least that God calls us to?

God, the heart of compassion,

calls on us to care

And I care

My heart aches

Maybe there isn’t a 5-step solution

It isn’t always clean-cut to make restitution

No, it is heart-wrenching, gut-twisting

It is hard and it hurts

It hurts to be aware

It hurts to repair these wounds I have inflicted

Not because of a conscious, malicious thought or action

But because the system I am a part of prefers my white skin,

While my brothers and sisters are immediately convicted

for the crime of being born with darker melanin

And it hurts to de-throne myself

But I know God needs to be the King

And I pray His kingdom come

I pray we Overcome our addiction to comfort

So one step at a time

We can progress

and,

Build relationships across any and all divides

Cause we were meant to be united

Together we can raise our voices

Make good choices

Be the change

I can be the change because

I won’t spend my change on what

throws women in the streets,

puts men in the mines,

children in factories making dimes

working eight-hour days,

where they can’t go to school and can’t run or play.

I can refuse to be blinded

Look suffering in the face

Align myself against evil

Pray for healing in this place

 

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“But There is hope……” by Naomi–Part 5

But there is hope:

My God comes and will not be silent,

but proclaims justice for the oppressed

and restores order through reconciliation

and I am one of his agents

Like Bonhoeffer I exhort,

Who of you realizes

That to speak up for those who cannot

Is the least that God calls us to?

God, the heart of compassion,

calls on us to care

And I care

My heart aches

Maybe there isn’t a 5-step solution

It isn’t always clean-cut to make restitution

No, it is heart-wrenching, gut-twisting

It is hard and it hurts

It hurts to be aware

It hurts to repair these wounds I have inflicted

Not because of a conscious, malicious thought or action

But because the system I am a part of prefers my white skin,

While my brothers and sisters are immediately convicted

for the crime of being born with darker melanin

And it hurts to de-throne myself

But I know God needs to be the King

And I pray His kingdom come

I pray we Overcome our addiction to comfort

So one step at a time

We can progress

“Don’t Tell Me Total depravity is not a Thing.” by Naomi–Part 4

These are things hidden, subtle,

yet right outside our doors

In our ignorance and our colorblindness

we feed them more and more

in ways we refuse to see

History cannot truly change

if the heart of man stays the same

It’s a vicious cycle that goes on and on.

Who will pick up the shattered pieces of this fallen world?

I’m falling to my knees,

punched in the gut by all this misery.

I moan,

Creation groans.

Don’t tell me that total depravity is not a thing


Prisons, Schools and Immigrants – by Naomi–Part 3

In the land of the free we live in hypocrisy,

Prisons are swelling while schools are emaciated,

White murderers walk free

but black drug addicts we Lock up

too easily

We tear families apart because they don’t fit in our system,

don’t have the papers to proclaim their citizenship,

doesn’t Jesus love the wetbacks, too?

Are we not the immigrants?

Doesn’t this seem a little deja vu?


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