apologetics

Okay, you're right! Prove it!

THE PROBLEM, though, is that our culture has moved on without us. We are still behind yelling about how we are right and everyone else is wrong. Our culture is ahead of us, and we stubbornly stay behind. Our culture, today, calls for action. Our culture and our world needs experiential proof. Now the word "proof" may spark our old attention, but we need to begin seeing "proof" very differently than we always have before.

We have exhausted ourselves at proving we are right and they are wrong, but we are only going to reach our culture today....NOW...when we learn to prove our Christian motives to love and serve when we actually go out in the world to love and serve.

Our world and culture no longer hear our words of "proof" for the right and wrong of Christianity; it has moved forward and awaits us to prove we are Christians by actually BEING Christians in the world around us.

 

Your god is too small [poem]

If your god is relegated to conscience that little voice in your head trained to    speak at the wave of your experience

your god is too small for me

If your god is only a projection of the distant father in your living room who abused and neglected you when a father was more important than food or shelter

your god is too small for me

If your god failed you by not doing what you thought he ought. If your god is designed for your convenience a prop for your comfort

your god is too small for me

If your god is a white-haired old man who is more old fashioned than old-age If your god is historically respected but defective in your current complexity

your god is too small for me

If your god is less meek and more mild piled with placid temperament un    inspired    un   moved   un    intentional

If your god’s emotional capacity for compassion is less than yours

your god is too small for me

If your god calls you to comfort safe for the whole family always “come unto me” but never “go out in my name”

your god is too small for me

If your god has never flushed your face and stolen your words with waves of open ocean or mountains that mouse your vocabulary

If your god does not leave you in awe of amazing grace so unbalanced you clamber to conceive it

your god is too small for me

If your god abides by your contracts a pact to protect your formulas a god who upholds your cold contingencies

If your god only works through the cogs of machinery you have manufactured for a factory of formulas to faith

your god is too small for me

If your god is white, middle-class, republican if your god is Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, or Catholic Pentecostal, Lutheran, or non-demonational

your god is too small for me

If your God created you in his image and you returned the favor

your god is too small for me

Whatever god it is you know so much about to comprehend or contain is too small for me

Because

My God

is too big for you

My God is not contained in bullet-points pressed on a page by those arrogant enough to think they could grasp Him.

My God is too big for you

If you are searching for a god small enough to see, tiny enough to taste or touch with trust displaced

If your soul is not sandbagged or beautifully nagged by a God who won’t      stop calling your name

my God is too big for you

If you do not praise your god for poetry, music, and art a baby’s smile or a full coffee-cart; for brazen horizons and seas a resounding storm or tender breeze

If your god does not leave you in love with beauty that makes your soul scream, “THIS is what life should be”

my God is too big for you

If you are searching for a god you can wrangle like a mustang with a rope made of frayed twine and managed reason

If you need a being who will obey your beckon to submit to your five senses and incomprehensive pretenses

then this poem is too big for you

my God is too big for you