LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem!! Forwarded it to the women in my Bible study. We just read the old standby "My Heart; Christ's Home" and I thought it a wonderfully contemporary counterpart. Bravo!
I love that you were sure He meant to visit someone else. Our pastor spent 40 minutes trying to convey this tender good news this morning. He did fine, too! Jesus’ compassion for each of us, beautifully expressed. Thank you.
This reminds me of how we are now Christ’s temple. I am incapable of taking any of the precautions that the priests had to make in the Old Testament, and, as Andrew Peterson says, “my heart is black as coal. It’s been mined and there ain’t no gold. It’s so dark in there, but I don’t care.” Yet somehow Jesus does. He dwells in me despite of me.
Thank you for this poem. It’s a good start to my day.
That's exactly how I would experience such an encounter and conversation. Perhaps slightly different furnishings and a over-friendly Italian Greyhound instead of cat hair, but still, the compassion and love unlike any other.
I was prepared not to like this. But you cut through the cutsie. Pulled me and left us feeling real and observed. I love this.
Thank you, Kirk, I appreciate your honesty!
"I also know now that I want you to have my recliner, Jesus."
Expressed and placed like a wind that suddenly catches your kite and sends it soaring.
“…sends it soaring.” I love that! 🩷
LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem!! Forwarded it to the women in my Bible study. We just read the old standby "My Heart; Christ's Home" and I thought it a wonderfully contemporary counterpart. Bravo!
Thank you for reading and sharing. 💕
Really appreciate your work! I write poetry as well, and am in the area. Hoping we cross paths at North Wind or Hutchmoit!
I love that you were sure He meant to visit someone else. Our pastor spent 40 minutes trying to convey this tender good news this morning. He did fine, too! Jesus’ compassion for each of us, beautifully expressed. Thank you.
Thank you, Barbara! 🩷
This reminds me of how we are now Christ’s temple. I am incapable of taking any of the precautions that the priests had to make in the Old Testament, and, as Andrew Peterson says, “my heart is black as coal. It’s been mined and there ain’t no gold. It’s so dark in there, but I don’t care.” Yet somehow Jesus does. He dwells in me despite of me.
Thank you for this poem. It’s a good start to my day.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Caelie.
As an agnostic and a UU, I find the surprise of this visit charming and heart-warming.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Karen. 🩷
That's exactly how I would experience such an encounter and conversation. Perhaps slightly different furnishings and a over-friendly Italian Greyhound instead of cat hair, but still, the compassion and love unlike any other.
Thank you for reading, Jim!
what more to say than -- i love this!
Thanks, Charlotte! 💕
I love this poem! It's beautifully written, convicting and yet sharing a beautiful picture of Christ's love and compassion. Thank you!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Juanita! 💕
Absolutely lovely. He IS with us.
Thanks for reading, Kimberly! 🩷
Thank you. This poem really reached deep.
"I don't know much, but I do know platitudes don't swan dive."
Naomi, thank you for reading and commenting! ☺️
Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks for reading Christine! 💕
Beautiful! <3