The Crown

Love is the deepest emotion that a man can feel
Comes from the utter of the soul
And can turn the heart ill.

Love is a destroyer of pride
It makes a man kneel down
Turns the lover into a tide
It’s a vision from the crown

Love can be God’s unfailing gift. (PS. 32:10)
The truth that never thrift
Jesus’ hands giving ye a lift.

God, Father, Holy and Son
For you, for me, for every one.

THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME

Seating at my computer, listening to “The Ataris”, a big realization popped into my mind.
I’ll never be able to make you look at me the way that I really want you to look at me. There’s just nothing that I can do.
I can be your best worker, employer, manager, coworker,
son, dad, husband, brother, uncle, cousin;
pastor, teacher, patient, preacher;
doctor or lawyer:
hero, neighbor, friend,
firefighter or police;
It doesn’t matter who I am, how much money I don’t have; tall or short, skinny or fat, black or white, pretty or ugly, preppy or punk, smart or dumb;
It’s not about being a Christian, mature or immature; teacher or listener; shepherd or sheep;
We’re all one in Christ, sons of the same Father; we read the same Bible, sing the same old songs, believe that same old things;
But we are all different, created on His likeness, but different.
We were raised by different parents, which came from different backgrounds, cultures, and time periods.
We come from different cities, states, countries, continents, and maybe even planets, who knows?
We come from different schools of thoughts: Calvinists, Lutherans, Marxists, and even Lucadists;
We come from different socio-economical earthly families. Rich, poor, white, non-white, half-white, anti-white, black, Jack Black;
Our churches are Baptist, Anabaptists, Presbyterians, Pentecostals, Lutherans, Churches of Christ, and Mennonites;
They play old songs, new songs, no songs, praise and worship, hymns, punk rock or just the choir;
They believe that the truth will set them free, but are bounded in a bunch of untruths, or they believe that the same truth that can set them free bound them to righteousness.

It doesn’t matter; you will never look at me the way that I really want you to look at me.

Vessel

Vessel.
It can be a ship, a large boat or similar craft; a hollow container, as a bowl, pitcher, jar, or tank; receptacle. A duct; a narrow tube for containing or circulating a bodily fluid. Abroad, it can be chong cho, vasija, vaso, vaisseau, or οστρακινοζ (ostrakinos).
In literature a vessel can be someone talking about a journey through life.
Philosophically, vessel would be, “How come?”, “What if?”, “Isn’t it?”
For an Italian, vessel might be the same as nothing, but if you say “recipiente”, “vascello” or “nave”, it might make sense.
Vases de terre!
For a flower, a vessel is its house, and for the staples, the stapler.
It can be Abel’s offering, Noah’s arc, Lot not looking back, Joseph’s dreams, fall and raise; Moses slowness of speech, Gideon Bibles, Ruth’s loyalty, Samuel being awaken during the night, Daniel’s sling, Solomon’s wisdom, Esther’s favor with the king, Job’s worship when things were tough, soar like an eagle, a potter’s masterpiece, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego in the furnace; Mary, Joseph, and the Wise Men; paralytics, blinds, the Samaritan, Peter’s denial, Judas betrayal, Thomas’ disbelief, Paul’s blindness, incarcerations, and letters; John’s visions, Christ, Cross, tomb, resurrection; The Comforter.
Vases de terre!
A person considered as a receptacle or agent of a particular quality.
Our eyes, hearts, souls, will, desire, hands, feet, mind, abilities, thoughts, fears, frustrations, praises, worship, excellence, past, present, future, words, honor, thankfulness, and body.
Abilities to write, read, cook, sew, study, teach, study, preach, drive, joke, work, talk, walk, draw, and play.
Plane, cars, bikes, boats, roads, Tv, radio, phones, paper, computers, books, plus pen and ink.
A vessel is a vessel when awake, or lying down, at the school, at work, or at the Spurs game; with friends, family, or strangers; tired or rested, healthy or unhealthy, happy or sad, dead or alive, Sunday till Sunday, January till January, from mid-night till mid-night.
Vases de terre!
Earthen vessels!
“Vessel for honor, sanctified, useful to the Master, prepared for every good work”.