We are not alone

January 20, 2012

You can watch Jesus’ movements in the recording of His behavior in the fourth and fifth chapters of Mark.  This poem is written from the perspective of Jairus a synagogue ruler. 

We felt all alone

Our daughter was dying

Helpless and despairing

I went looking for Christ

Believing Jesus could heal

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I felt hope when Jesus said

“I will go with you and help.”

The crowds pressed as we traveled

Suddenly he stopped


He looked all around

We were running out of time

He healed a woman

The words came like a dagger

“Your daughter is dead.”


He turned and looked straight at me

“Don’t be afraid, just believe.”

When we reached our home, I saw

Weeping and wailing


Jesus said, “She is sleeping.

She is not dead.”  They all laughed

He made everyone leave

Except us, the parents


Three of his disciples stayed

Peter, James, and John watched him

Jesus touched her and spoke this

“Little girl, get up!”


She opened her eyes

Arose and began to walk

Marvelous astonishment

“Don’t tell anyone.”

He told us to give her food

Because he knew she was hungry


Who is this that calms the storms

Who cast out wicked demons

Who heals all the diseases

And raises the dead

The twelve year old girl was raised from the dead.  You will be raised from death.  I will be raised from death. Jesus spoke to life and death.  Your love ones will be raised.  No one else I know speaks to real life issues like Jesus. 

He rules nature

He rules the demons

He heals all our diseases

He rules over death

You are not alone.  God sees you.  He hears you.  He listens to your cry.  Nothing is greater than God demonstrating his love by giving his only Son to live in you.  You are his joy.  My job is to hear him; receive his love; meditate on His teaching and act on the things he teaches me.  In doing this I have discovered inexpressible joy.

© Terry S. Smith
January 2, 2012
 
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The Story

July 21, 2009

 

I look with wonder

At the story I live in

Looking back I see the pain

That I grew up in

I found a “larger story”

Of flawed and broken people

 

I found hope in their stories

I saw them living in grief

I saw their flawed lives arise

And find a deep peace

 

Is there hope for me

I said in my deep despair

I found in me a longing

To know what is true

So I studied a story

The one much larger than me

 

Focus and discipline worked

As I narrowed where I’d look

To find someone to address

Real issues of life

 

The story I discovered

Is hidden in sacred books

I found sixty-six of them

Books of the Bible

 

I just had one big question

If there is a God, “Who is he?”

I will let the writers speak

Each one their own way

They were consistent

One theme always held the sway

A persistent joy

 

One problem that I’m seeing

So many are distracted

Not looking for what is true

But trying to please

 

And when life stopped me

I decided I would look

At a story much larger

Big enough to learn

There is hope in our failure 

 

The Bible when used

By many as a “rule book”

Will wreck a man’s soul

 

I want to know the story

Told by the ones who lived it

I found a larger story 

That connects with mine

 

The connection a surprise

With integrity I searched

Looking for some good answers

I felt I could trust

  

written June 27, 2009

Inspired by article about Barbara Brown Taylor (in The Tennessean on June 27, 2009).