About cclody

Ultimately, I am never alone. I realized, maybe too late in life, that the reality of God and the merits won for all at Calvary can apply to me. However long I have left will be measured by my breath I invest in enccouraging others that true life is offered from the One who makes all things new. In Christ we will rise.

The Great Pause


Adversity. Restraint. Community. Three words that have absorbed new depths that challenge us during The Great Pause. Although independent in meaning they combine in an unfamiliar, or at best, forgotten triune mystery leading our hearts and/or minds to envision reality as it emerges from the paralyzing grip of the Covid19 pandemic. I say hearts and/or minds because it appears to me we are being led to a fork in the road opportunity.  To resume what history and science has deemed an impossible fight against limited resources or to continue by encouraging a new way of life afforded by the hidden grace imbued by this pandemic’s new normal. To resume disconnects the heart from the mind while to continue engages a childlike fellowship between the heart and mind. Like the tired argument against faith and works, transformation occurs when hearts housing an Image awaken to its divinely invested goodness and dignity that would better serve us as stewards of the human family and the gift of this planet we call Earth.

The Great Pause

A chorus of excitement filling misty air,
Cool and thick with joyous birdsong,
Awaiting the miracle of warmth and light,
Praising The Giver of sun to whom they belong.

The invisible assembly of unrivaled echoes,
Rise higher and pierce sharper than the day before,
Growing aware of newfound inheritance,
Grateful praise from feathered bodies increase in vigor.

The white dawn breaks quietly,
Piercing the horizon in glittering light,
The days pass by namelessly,
Whilst a vast solitude imposes its invisible fight.

This peculiar adversity,
Restraining exploitation into private Lent,
Yet the Earth breathes cleaner in respite,
The pillager fasts from consuming Natures willing ferment.

The predator grows lean and ever anxious,
Yearning to rejoin its hunt with the pack,
Still…Paralyzed in profound hesitation,
The sullen hunted awaits planning its counterattack.

Repentance drawn by contemplative breath,
Unwelcome at first by dawn’s first blush,
Yet the comforting sounds of Nature’s delight,
Awakened childhood memories replacing their scouring rush.

Like a shoot blossoming from a dry, dead limb,
Miraculous prospects haunt repentant minds within,
Hoarding gives away to communal needs,
Realizing less is more gazing upon Nature’s healing skin.

Childhood’s idealism seeds a new uprising,
Preparing for war against pedantic wants,
Thoughtful discussions fill conversation’s sandbox,
Proposing a new hope like a baptismal font.

A decision awaits the marauder’s fork in the road,
An ancient choice between an old and new will,
Submission beckons both to slavery,
One is kenotic… the other lonely and downhill.

The wondrous orb sinks quietly into dusk,
Returning with birdsong’s grateful delight,
Hoping tomorrow brings rise to new daylight,
Dreaming that the predator is gone from their sight,
Praising The Giver who changes hearts to contrite.

by Chris Clody

Demands of Authentic Love

Endure these commands of my authentic love,
Detach from delusions of tranquility,
Gospel persecution awaits like fist to glove,
Oppressing hearts in love of my charity,
Yes… this world hates you because it hated me first,
The servant is no greater than his master’s thirst.

These things done to you on account of my name,
Fearlessly enter the slaughter uncoerced,
Be brave in the one who sent me in his claim,
Do not be afraid of those who kill the body,
But the one who kills your soul eternally.

For all souls the Father gives me I will keep,
Each will be raised into my eternity,
Where I’ll wipe away every tear you now weep.

Abide in my love and entrust your life to me,
For all who’ll enter Heaven does so through me.

by Chris Clody

Broken to become whole…

“Lest you are broken, you cannot see the broken…” Praise to the God of the poor, standing vigil at your door,
Gathering tears that you weep,
For promise of laughter and peace of my eternal sleep.

Blest who share my will of the suffering,
Oned in Christ; hopeful and abiding,
Knowing you’ll see me when the world cannot see,
For I AM – alive in the Father and you in me!

Truly, my child you are loved by Abba,
because you clung to my Torah.
Blest are you who submit to my wounded love,
lifting an obedient cross for sake of the will above.

For my love stumbles not upon Mercy’s cornerstone,
Nor shall your forgiveness deny another to be left alone,
Even to those who persecute and hate you,
For your cross is lifted by my forgiveness of you.

Remain in me.

Chris Clody

Lesson Learned


Sadly history is hard-wired to repeat,
Always forgetful of lessons learned,
Starting with grumbles from presidential tweets,
Lusting for lost power like a lover just spurned.

Greed will again drive man to push full throttle,
Blind to clean skies and less cluttered seas,
Because of a virus that sprung from its bottle,
That stilled factory smokestacks and distracted humanity.

Hopefully remnants of memories endure,
To remind the forgetful of these cleaner times,
When pollution was halted unveiling the pure,
When we were forced to look up beyond our confines.

I will be steadfast in prayer and willing to act,
To serve, not spoil, this gift of this Earth,
Requiring less, simplifying, and dare to adapt,
Forever grateful to God for this season of rebirth.

By Chris Clody

A Ransom’s Journey

“Amen, amen, I say to you, unless the grain of wheat falling into the ground die, Itself remaineth alone. But if it die it bringeth forth much fruit.”
John 12:24-25 (Douay-Rheims Bible)

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A Ransom’s Journey

Our ransom fills a treasured womb,
Forming flesh to bear a cross,
Born to only die too soon,
Love lies down for another’s cost,
Knowing life is gained when freely lost.

Surely as the seed must first die,
Its shell splits as life opens,
Casting its old robe aside,
Nurtured in soil hope has chosen,
Roots drink deep – the sprout feeds to swollen.

The buried wonder reveals its green,
Pushing past ground finding sun,
Baptized by rain pure and clean,
Its stem grows thick and leaves rotund,
Fed by roots searching the soil it plumbs.

Years pass by, stem hardens to wood,
Wide leaves shade through summer heat,
Berries from blossoms make good,
Feeding the birds resting to eat,
Spreading seeds as this cycle repeats.

Awakened by an axe that falls,
Knowing that this day would come,
Crashing to ground; trimmed and hauled,
Dragged amid cries – shouldered by One,
To lovingly hold this innocent ransom.

“And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all things to myself.”
John 12:32 (Douay-Rheims Bible)

By Chris Clody

Knight of Faith!


I am re-blogging the above link because, to be honest,  the excerpts of Kirkegaard put my writing abilities in their proper place; inspired humility!

Thankfully I don’t play hockey because now I understand what it means to be blindsided by a crosscheck. Yet, because of the game, I the rookie… love the game and will develop my peripheral vision to be ready for  from future onslaughts! So just as the “swoosh” of my Nike shoes remind me, “Let’s do this!”

Knight of Faith

O’ Hero, Knight of faith,
Keeper of the flame,
Rescuerer of oppressed,
Free me from my shame.
Hear me call Your Name.

Days of fear and darkness,
Crowd in shadowed doubt,
Hours of isolation,
Eclipse the sun in blackout,
Blinding even devout.

Long nights of the soul,
Covered in this soot,
Moaning humiliation,
Rotting death is all that’s smelt,
In captives and myself.

Persecution never ends,
Hate will find its way,
For Evil serves one master,
Prowling every nation,
Causing Faith’s ablation.

Still Yahweh knits a remnant,
Within chosen yarns,
A weave of promised colors,
To save through His anointed,
Messiah Ben David.

O’ Knight of Faith rescue me,
From my night of faith,
Guns now push me to a door,
Smiling evil welcomes me,
Knight of Faith come set me free!Gasping now amidst the gas,
In life’s final glimpse,
I see a familiar face,
I remember Your Name,
Knight of Faith, for me you finally came.

Written during WW2, on the wall of a cellar, by a Jew in the Cologne concentration camp.

“I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
And I believe in love,
even when there’s no one there.
And I believe in God,
even when he is silent.

I believe through any trial,
there is always a way
But sometimes in this suffering
and hopeless despair
My heart cries for shelter,
to know someone’s there
But a voice rises within me, saying hold on
my child, I’ll give you strength,
I’ll give you hope. Just stay a little while.

I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
And I believe in love
even when there’s no one there
But I believe in God
even when he is silent
I believe through any trial
there is always a way.

May there someday be sunshine
May there someday be happiness
May there someday be love
May there someday be peace….”

– Uknown

Do You Know What I’ve Done For You?

Do you know what I’ve done for you? If I took away all your gifts only your sin would remain. Why do you hoard or glory in your gifts? Have you forgotten that all you possess, less your sins, are gifts from God?

Hear my commands!
Wash the feer of one another, clothe the naked, visit the sick and imprisoned,offer shelter to the homeless! Pray for those who persecute you since they hated me first. Instruct the ignorant, encourage the grieving, and pray for the living and the dead.

Truly, it is better to light one candle then curse the darkness. Surely, if I am in your heart, then how can despair exist? If in your dying breath you surrender the cares of your heart to me, then where is death’s sting?

Tell me friend, can there be anything more than the “Good News” I preach? Love is my burning promise, for my love is perfect and sacrifice for all complete! Darkness cannot exist in my glow, just as the cold cannot but be warmed by the heat of my flame, or the shadows of fear run from my radiant light.

Do you believe that the Father and I are one? Can you see the Father in me? Do you believe I can see myself in you? If you doubt, then repent your unbelief and return your faith in me! For all will be judge by my reflection in one’s heart. All works of mercy for your neighbor will be gathered, like wheat from the chaff. All that remains is the burning forgiveness of your vanity.

Do you love me?

Know that no sin exists between the Father and me because Heaven will be eternally immaculate, ever-giving, inseparable as a three-corded rope binding the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Do you love me?

Truly, truly I say to you, that Paradise awaits those who love me. I will make all things new and restore Heaven to Earth.


Because I am the Alpha and Omega,the Beginning and the End, and all things exists through me!

Do you love me?

I will ask you one more time, Do you know what I have done for you?

Prayer – A Remarkable Moment In Time


A chyme alerts me of sad news from a text,
A son’s friend stricken with the virus.
Oxygen levels are failing –
In dire need of a ventilator.

I am asked to pray.

Alone in the quiet I offer my heart,
Lord, You are the very breath of Life,
My strong tower and safe harbor,
send Your angels to safeguard a friend.

I know he’s in his sixties but not his name,
Left only to wonder of his heart.
Is my friend imprisoned in fear?
Or has my friend found refuge in Christ?

Prayer calls me again…

Lord, You are unchanging, therefore ever new,
You give mercy to those most in need,
Spirit come invade my dear friend,
Drench him in the gift of fearlessness

Despite the quiet, I know my heart’s been heard,
For this once stranger is now my friend,
Wherever he coughs is not far,
Today, two hearts are now bound as one.

Prayer lights compassion’s candle,
A sole, yet defiant flickering flame,
that chases away the darkness.
One flame can ignite many,
With Heaven’s hope that sets this world on fire.

Prayer will call us all.

Pray for the world.


My Joy

Joy sings from towering elevations,
High atop shoulders of God’s humility,
Echoes reaffirm its exultation,
Rebounding in fading harmony,
Valleys spill from Your revelation,
Rising into flowing rivers of liquid melodies,
Teeming with uncontainable joy is my gift for Thee!

Gratitude floods like milk and honey,
Drowning in a debt I could never repay,
Ample oxygen of thy mercy,
To steal another breath to float songs of praise,
To be still and know You – rescues me,
Glorious are You, my song, Everlasting God-In-Three,
Bless You Lord, for drenching me – in faith, hope, and charity!


The Beautiful One

The heart sees,
what’s blind to the eyes,
rivers, mountains, and trees, marvels for granted and denied,
landscapes flourish iridescently free,
the heart asks the mind,”Where does beauty come?”
The mind quickens and says,”The Beautiful One!”

Faith conceives,
joining heart and mind,
Once invisible to see.
Sleeping soul awakes to find, despair finds hope; life locked finds key.
Dry reads of scripture thirst for signs,
the soul proclaims God’s movement in all things,
heart and mind extol,”O Death where art thou sting?”

God is Love!
Joyous revelation!
From faith, hope,and love, reborn through incarnation,
a Son is given from above,
an Ark of flesh bears our resurrection!
Life’s answer remains, “If beauty exists,
then seek and you shall find that God’s in our midst.”

His, Chris