James 1:21-2221 Therefore lay aside all filthiness and overflow of wickedness, and receive with meekness the implanted word, which is able to save your souls.

22 But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves.

 

 

Faultless

 

It never was my fault ... it was someone else’s.

It is so familiar to hear the voice of defense.

It was said some time ago that you seldom find one guilty

in the prisons you visit...  and that is also pretense.

 

To be aware of flaws can become a good excuse.

“Well everybody does it”... has a familiar ring.

Comparing with another ... who is the same or worse

makes us feel acceptable in the contentment that it brings.

 

It carries over in the church ... that bowl full of excuses.

What if visitors become ... just like us in life?

Maybe a just deserve ... to leave many copies

of people just like us ... who will bring continues strife.

 

Like possibly some passive ones ... who won’t get involved?

“I just give some of what I have” ... I don’t care what happens then.

They will get fat and sassy ... never eating their own words

and if they don’t like what happens they move to another den.

 

Grace must be not measurable ... or be able to encompass

the temple as we see it ... that Christ called a den of thieves.

In time, love and effort ... we steal opportunity blind

as we look only at others we experience lots of grief.

 

Belly-ache and stutter ... not saying very much

as we sit back and judge the world and feel so justified.

I feel clean, that can’t be wrong and that’s enough  a reason

for me to despise myself ... and not get in a fight.

 

I lean on God or do I know? I easily fall apart.

You know it is not easy to eat some humble pie

but notice I can swallow the stuff ... that I make up

and that is hard to follow ... as I never wonder, why?

 

Life is in little children ... death rules many adults.

The imprint of depravity gets through years magnified.

Right and wrong appear alike in the conscience of our making

as absolutes are hid somewhere ... and sensitivity fries.

 

Pouring out the waste that comes straight from the flesh,

dripping all around us for folks to enjoy.

Most seem to swallow the stuff that ain’t worth having.

It started at the Fall and has been a continues ploy.

 

There is hope available and it has to be out there.

Out where? You are asking I thought it was in here.

Pointing at the head or chest it does not make a difference,

if you won’t know, where to find it, it can be everywhere.

 

It will come someday to you for it finds everyone.

At a time and place under Heaven destined to be yours.

And as you recognize it while it surrounds you

and you try to push it away as you feel wholly cured.

 

Jan Wienen