Love


Love … what is love?

beautiful beautiful love,

Is it shaped like a heart,

does it skip beats like a murmur?

No,

ugly ugly love

is shaped like a spear pierced heart

skips no beats, it’s passion!

yes

beautiful beautiful love

soaked in blood like an abattoir,

Blood stained tombs made whole!

No

ugly ugly love

turned in riches for rugs

beauty for Sheol and it’s death

Yes

Beautiful beautiful love

tore my tomb open

restored my moth eaten flesh

No

ugly ugly love

can take it all away

Christ stands victorious

Christ is love

 

Book review: God is the Gospel


I’ve been meaning to review this book for a while now, but haven’t gotten to it. I read this book a while ago, and these are my thoughts. John Piper makes a compelling case for how and why God is the Gospel. I found myself constantly agreeing with what he said and found nothing disagreeable in the book. The only thing I can say that I found odd, was that I found myself not having a heart reaction, which for me is a shame, because mere head knowledge is not what the Gospel should do, or at least that’s what I think. That’s not to say there’s anything wrong with the book; I think the problem is the state of my heart before God, and not what’s being presented, which I think is a dangerous place to be. What I think this book does, is dispel the notions that the Gospel is people centred, because at the end of the day, we find our being in Christ and only God is the centre of all we believe. It offers hope, even for me who has all this head knowledge–because the Gospel is about God, and His glorious ways, and because we fit into His picture–He loves us, for His glory’s sake, and that works in our favour. If you are struggling to understand how the Gospel works, or even if you are struggling to find contentment, and glorify God in all seasons, this book will make for good reading … I for one plan on reading this book again.

 

down the isle


The doors open, and that’s her cue. She turns to baTata and smiles, her heart lessening it’s flatter. He looks different in a suit, but black is definitely his colour; she’s never seen him look this handsome. Hooking her arm in his, he leads her forward. This is the last time he will lead her, and she’s filled with a sense of loss; her father, her world—but only momentarily because before her is a man she loves. Her steps, in line with her father, she’s focused only on the two men; the one beside her and the one ahead of her. The music, her pledge to the man in front of her and a testament to the one beside her, she smiles at the words as tears fill her big brown eyes behind the veil. Her heart picks up pace again as her father hands her over to the other man in black, her small delicate hand in his big hand, one hand against her back, he places her hand in her fiancé’s arm and urges her forward. She hesitates; there’s something missing.

Putting her arms around her father’s neck, she whispers in his ear “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, before releasing her so the service can start.