My Rescue

Lord, for your love,
I will joyfully extend,
a thousand acts of love,
in song,
in prayer,
and through the littlest,
hopefully invisible,
acts of kindness.

You have gently,
ever so patiently,
tuned me around,
and convinced me,
to never run away from Mercy.

No longer,
will my judgment,
shadow upon another,
and abuse Your life-giving Light.
Gone are the days of deluded coronas,
pious halos seen by the needful,
eclipsing the glare of the sun.

Now everything I see,
churning within Your splendid creation,
is at one with me.
I am whole,
quickened by Your touch,
and deeply realizing,
This Holy One You sent,
Who plunged into my baptism,
my legacy of torrents,
frothing in unmoored bias,
opposing me to Image-bearers,
pulled me away,
from a life of pitiful explanations
Within these murky waters,
that merciful glow,
from the pierced hand You sent,
in gratitude I grasped,
and despite the pull and push of slippery currents,
that gentle,
yet powerful hand of rescue,
has never let me go.

For it is He,
the ineffable Truth,
allows me to squeeze into my palm,
not by reason,
but by an alien peace,
known only by my heart,
yet, unknown, to the world I see.

I am ever grateful,
moment-by-moment surprised,
beholden to debt,
in love,
madly betrothed,
naked and unashamed,
willing to communicate,
the majestic finery,
and the abundant life,
availing in the Kingdom,
before my eyes.
Be it friend or foe,
family or stranger,
I extend my hand,
my heart,
my hope in Your faithfulness,
to draw them near,
expressing out stale airs of judgment,
so that only love remains.

O Blood and Water,
which gushed from the heart of Jesus,
as a font of mercy for us,
I trust in You!

by Chris Clody

Words of Wisdom

community1My close friends and I continue a quest to reach out and add to the growing ‘net’ of support to buffer against whatever life throws at us. For the once, introverted, tough nut from Long Island, realizing the ease and gift of reducing the threat of loneliness is more than a comfort to me. It is in the beauty of the compromise, the give and take, the unconditional “How can I help” request, that truly warms the soul. Listening to the experiences and coping mechanisms of new friendships, broadens my perspective on the ingenuity and hope of humanity to rise above its trials and tribulations. Despite the constant gardening required despite friendship’s rich and holy soil, a solitary, red rose bloomed in wisdom unexpectedly before our eyes. In the passing of comforting emails between friends, these four words of advice were passed along from a caring soul named Kelli: “Trust in your life.” Just be still and breathe those words in. If Christianity had comfort food, these words of wisdom would be a delightful entree.

Trust In Your Life – Kelli’s Counsel


Trust in your life,
Four words to trust
Wisdom’s light from light,
Like bread below crust,
Awaits a knife’s thrust.

Peace is our want,
Sought and discussed,
This bubbling font,
Reality’s hidden detente.

Thank you my friend,
For despair’s taunt,
In words that transcend.
So hearts may trust and mend.

Trust in your life which you are given,
One that is led, that is loved, and forgiven.

By Chris Clody 2/10/18

 Make a familiar face a friend today and reach out!



Envy of Another’s Life

“I wish I had his life,”

I caught myself muttering knowing there were more hours on a clock that kept me prisoner from my home.  I think we’ve all been there gawking in assumption and wanting the blatant and carefree lifestyles the fortunate parade before those struggling with life’s difficulties.  As bills pile higher and something new suddenly needs repair, while the single mom races towards her second job or an anxious father stands by his child’s first chemo treatment, my prayers for relief are reduced to groans that well from the pit of sadness deep within my gut.  Obviously, life is not fair in our ability to enjoy it and asking “Why” may be even more frustrating.  But, if I am absolutely honest, I really don’t want their life…actually I want something much more – immeasurably more.   I want to know a life free of pain and sorrow that fears nothing and rests in a state of incorruptible love.   I know that this type of life cannot be bought by even the wealthiest yet ironically comes at a price all are capable of giving.  The cost you ask? It costs us everything we are capable of expressing in humble gratitude when we discover the mercy of being forgiven.  It is realizing the wisdom of obedience that allows true freedom in God’s will as we set our eyes towards sainthood.  Still our eyes are drawn to grass that’s always greener and we desperately beg God for some relief from our physical, emotional, and/or financial concerns.  Maybe the greatest mystery of becoming Christian is the kenotic concept to further empty ourselves even if we feel we have come to the end of ourself.  Still we must empty, not only to reflect how Christ abandoned His mighty throne to become a fragile human embryo, but so we may truly accept our forgiveness won for us through His death.  As time marches on and another’s once green grass soon browns, it is not their life I envy but that which Christ offers.  As possibly confusing and broad the Christian road may be towards obtaining salvific life in Christ, narrow is the way through obedience.  In order to obtain a gift one must accept it – even with little faith.  Obedience is our expression of love and humility towards a merciful Savior not a taskmaster.  His commands are the footprints we follow while perfectly yoked to His strength and guidance.  Allowing us to carry our burden with Christ is the opportunity to work in the very shadow of the very cross we carry.  Sometimes unknowingly, as hard as we work, Jesus bears the heavier portion which is sufficient for our humility while abiding in His promise and true presence. Grace abounds in our opportunities to labor in God’s fields and stand thunderstruck in the joy of the harvest.  Work is not a commodity applied to Grace, it is reflection of our true purpose and capacity to glorify God.  It is here in our most difficult times of work that our cross is absorbed into His and the narrow road before us becomes the Kingdom at hand. I don’t want another’s life – just give me Jesus because He alone is Life.

Pick up your cross,


How do you express your gratitude of being forgiven through Christ’s saving work at Calvary?