Our History of Wonder

Born To Please

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Unaware yet born to please,
Shedding blood in greed and fear,
Two wills, one selfish and one to appease,
Serving two masters is doubly clear
Divinity patiently waits to join us here.

Burning without destroying, man is drawn,
Confused by how this could appear,
Barefoot steps tremble on legs of a fawn,
The Irresistible orders Moses to lead on.
Ending man’s innate question with more to think upon.

Aware and finding reason to please,
A scapegoat is devised to lay their sins upon,
Yet power corrupts due to man’s disease
Laying law upon law, love is soon gone,
Replaced by our will serving our need,
Doubting even The Ten that convicts of our greed.

Undaunted and untamed, Emmanuel borrows skin,
Fragile and human, Jesus comes to feed,
Giving Himself as food for forgotten sin,
The Christ of God breaks Death’s final grin,
The grave once greedy cannot hold resurrection win.
Grace and peace, by loving God and neighbor begins.

Keys are given atop of a rock,
One day to surrender and led by an enemy’s whim,
Purity is from dross The Spirit continues the stock,
In spite of Power, soon time forgets and corruption begins,
Saints are sent while the encourage the true flock,
Laws upon laws, the slumbering are loyal yet God is mocked.

Still hope remains in the trusting souls,
Whose trust surrendered to their Redeemer’s knock,
Fearlessly led by the Anointed’s beatific goal,
Inexpressible joy is given when we relinquish control,
Loving God through our neighbor in forgiving revolt,
Until that Day of Wrath, when the Lamb pours out the bowls,

Yet, despite pious boast, regret will cover those who condemn,
Those unjustly shamed and discarded Christ collects from another fold,
For Heaven is not a room to secure to which we ascend,
But true community that weds a Groom who willingly descends.
The Bride’s “I do” is our present ‘Amen.”

By Chris Clody 5/9/15

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Finding Hope, Finding Home.

My Refuge

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You’re my ocean. My endless sea,
My beacon burning bright.
My refuge, my soul drawn by thee,
Love has found the better me.

You’re my way home, my hope of mercy;
My soul’s Jerusalem.
My harbor, my endless safety,
Love transforms You’re will in me.

Eternal font,
Mercy Divine,
Turn You’re glance to me.
Holy Father, Son and Spirit,
Shine Your light and love on me.

Let my confessions dress my humility – Jesus live in me.

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By Chris Clody 10/17/2014

Will you kiss the leper clean…

…If I but call your name?

These are some of the lyrics from the song “The Summons Hymn” that stills my voice at church.  Aside from remembering a day in the life of St. Francis of Assisi, these lyrics cause a crushing introspection within me. 

 As I listen to others sing those haunting words, I am lost in a personal confession.   It is the very sin in me that acknowledges my revulsion to this request balanced by the compassion of Christ I continue to nourish within me.   These words encourage me to relinquish vainglory so I may attain true humility.  It is the very prayer that erupts from the depths of my new heart and begs, “Create a clean heart in me O’ Lord!” It is the very grace of prayer that not so much asks for healing for the leper with an extraordinary miracle, but rather a bigger miracle…for me to love the leper regardless of his or her painful disguise. 

Let your heart “hear” the full verse:

Will you kiss the leper clean and do such as this unseen,
and admit to what I mean in you and you in me?

This difficult requests beckons our hearts to God’s will and vision for our life.   Although our hearts sorrow in the debt we could never pay, we still must conclude that a life for Christ will cost us everything.  This life for the One who makes all things new necessitates us to survive this Christian journey by the grace of prayer. It is the Christian’s very transformation through incessant prayer towards the glow of sainthood that lifts high their personal cross for Christ.  It is the soul’s clarion cry that echoes, “Create a clean heart in me O’ Lord!,” that abandons everything for love so as to gain just a glimpse through the divine eyes of forgiveness.

Would you?  Could you… kiss the leper clean – if He called your name?

He lives,

Chris 

The Summons Hymn

Will you come and follow me if I but call your name?
Will you go where you don’t know and never be the same?
Will you let my love be shown? Will you let my name be known,
will you let my life be grown in you and you in me?

Will you leave yourself behind if I but call your name?
Will you care for cruel and kind and never be the same?
Will you risk the hostile stare should your life attract or scare?
Will you let me answer prayer in you and you in me?

Will you let the blinded see if I but call your name?
Will you set the prisoners free and never be the same?
Will you kiss the leper clean and do such as this unseen,
and admit to what I mean in you and you in me?

Will you love the “you” you hide if I but call your name?
Will you quell the fear inside and never be the same?
Will you use the faith you’ve found to reshape the world around,
through my sight and touch and sound in you and you in me?

Lord your summons echoes true when you but call my name.
Let me turn and follow you and never be the same.
In Your company I’ll go where Your love and footsteps show.
Thus I’ll move and live and grow in you and you in me..