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.

Call Me Cain

Good Friday. How appropriate?  The following poem was inspired by a Bishop Fulton J. Sheen (Faith,Hope, and Love with Fulton J. Sheen Season 1, Ep 2, Love is Hope).

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Who am I

Who am I?
A descendant,
A wanderer,
Born of pessimism,
From an unfaithful race of Cains.

I am sealed by a mark,
even the Seven Seas cannot wash away.
This incarnate blood of my just brother,
Now becomes my hope.

Hope, not optimism,
Or brokenness from our crushing reality.

Hope is a covenant of Mercy,
An enslavement, a property,
A refuge from the vengeance of men.
Hope, is the burning crimson that stains me,
And warns all who seek wrath,
Belongs to the One who marked me.

What judge?
What authority, principalities, powers
can convict me?
If the One whom I killed,
Is now alive,
then I must be set free!
Has He not been seen walking,
Upon the wings of the morning?
An lo, He has not left me orphaned,
To be convicted by the lords of this age,
For He stands before you now!
Truly Truth sets me free!

Who am I?
I am not my own,
But touched by the very finger,
that etched law into stones,
and love upon my heart.
I am another Cain,
Justly convicted,
and now believe,
I live by the One I slayed.

…but call me Christian.

By Chris Clody
8/23/2019

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Inch by Inch

Unknowingly….we are born into mission.

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Feeble. Inert. Clinging to others in my dormition.
Slumbering unconscious. Unresponsive.
Unmoving sitting in aridity,
thirsting in ignorance,
inept to slack my thirst.
Plunged into a transforming newness I cannot comprehend.
Before a trifling bit; dead specks amongst many.
I awaken, voracious with purpose,
Pressed by imperceptible force
Compelled within walls of lingering dough,
Powerless to resist,
Yet joyfully complete,
By newfound desire,
Insatiable. I feed.
Expanding, breathing, bubbling until exhaustion.
I am rising.
I am alive.

Now I understand Bernanos:

“We have been thrown in the middle of the dough, in the middle of the multitude, as yeast; we shall conquer again, inch by inch, the Universe that sin snatched away from us. O Lord, we shall return it to you as we received it in the morning of the world, with all its order and all its sanctity”

By Chris Clody
2/7/2019

House Of God

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Sing to The House of God

Everlasting are You Lord Almighty,
Uncreated and undefined,
Lowly are we Your still waters,
Jesus, Our Savior, turn us into wine.

Father of Forgiveness, Mercy, and Peace,
Giver of faith and Son you sent,
Shining Your Star upon the birth of Truth,
Alighting on lost souls in New Advent.

Good Shepherd, Deliverer, Firstborn Son,
Light of all! Son of the Most High!
Radiate Your radical love through us,
Present us clean before the Father’s Eyes.

Holy Spirit, Breath of The Almighty,
Spirit of the fear of the Lord,
Everlasting Kiss and comfort to our souls,
Unite Our Christ to the Father’s restore.

O Faith! O Hope! O Sweet Charity!
Become our clarion call,
Lift all eyes to your glorious kingdom,
Jesus, you’re our everything! Our all in all!

By Chris Clody
1/16/19

Love Responds

Free will avails choices. Actions wrought that pursue or reject a gentle – yet a far superior will presently equipping man’s collective concience. Actions chosen by man and responses by God led to an exile from Eden. Nevertheless, the patience of a merciful God provides a Way through repentance to temper past and future actions towards restoring Our Creator-creation relationship.

Let us push our journey one step away to…

Finding Calvary

Blinded by the Agony,
Shadowed by the Cross,
Love rushes red instinctively…
Regardless of the cost.

Mercy tramples Holy Ground,
Innocence slumps in my stead,
Sacrifice feeds crucifixion’s hounds,
Peering down where angels fear to tread.

Mortal knees collapse below,
Feet bruised, pierced, and ashen.
Great is the pity bestowed upon,
Eden’s fleshy heart turned wooden.

Independence exiles man,
Gone is God’s priority.
Left to seek God through the poor,
Repentance to rebellion becomes holy.
… for the new man strives urgently,
Anxious to become holy as God is holy.

by Chris Clody
11/18/18

Communion’s Mystery

You were raised on the cross,
A Lamb led to slaughter,
Sacrificing to fill mankind’s loss,
A Son’s obedience to His Father.

Gone now are the days of sacrifice,
Undone is the curse of the Law,
Satisfied is God’s vision of glory,
That crushed the grip of Death’s claw.

Holy is the seed You plant in us,
That must die in hallowed ground,
Trampled beneath the feet of rejection,
That plows the new wheat’s burial ground.

Long the wheat suffers within the weeds,
Waiting and watching for harvest,
Flush golden fields reflecting the sun,
Eager to rise above chaff’s darkness.

You reap sown in fruits of Your mercy,
Crushed into the bread of Your charity,
Crumbs of hope plant seeds of faith,
Reborn anew into Communion’s mystery.

by Chris Clody
10/19/2018

Fix Your Gaze Upon Me

Just fix your gaze upon Me,
The Lover of your soul,
I’m the Truth that sets you free,
Restoring joy darkness stole,
Renew in My charity,
Just be still and draw to Me.

I’m the Way that makes you whole,
Alpha and Omega,
The Lamb that breaks the scrolls,
Found in hands of beggars.

Unite in my redemption,
Taste and see what I control,
I Am Life and Ressurction.

Come to me and be lifted up,
And drink deep from my saving cup.

by Chris Clody
7/13/2018

Screen Door In A Submarine

Truly installing a screen door in a submarine is like faith without works.

Let that sink in…

How many of us have lined-up, bowing our heads in vanity and blindly chosen to silently follow in-step waving this submersible’s one way ticket.

What is the fruit of our works encompassing all our thoughts and prayers, words and actions, and convictions that offer others, regardless of their state of being, a hopeful consolation? How close to the river of charity do we choose to take root in gratitude? Has the political sieve of reason that polarizes our culture justified the conditions that limit the dignity of certain Image-bearers?

Is inherent human dignity mercifully gifted within creation or determined by creation itself as a reasonable right? Would the mind of Jesus be amazed by desire for gratitude or astonished by the disconnect between faith and charity?

If we truly carry about in our body the death of Jesus so His life will bear His reckless love of neighbor towards God, then shouldn’t true charity become the disciple’s overwhelming light that chases away the shadows of our conditional love?

How often my deepest prayers measure my selfless and selfish motivations against the matchless work of divine love.

One day we will all drink that final cup that will curse or bless. In that moment of consumption upon bowed-knees we will instantly see the brightness of our healed souls or dimness of our unworthy judgments through dim eyes. There is no negotiation from silent tongues before the One, Holy voice who joyfully welcomes in friendship or simply says He knew us. How I pray this same voice is familiar to you now. If it is not, seek an answer in humble prayer and desire to taste and see the goodness of God.

His work in progresss,

Chris