The farmer thought, “I will pull down my barns
and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods....”
But God said, “This very night your life is being demanded of you.
And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?”
—Luke 12.18, 20
I'm always building bigger barns
to hold resentments,
what I'm sure people owe me,
storehouses of The Way I Want Things To Go,
reputation and pictures of myself—
oh, several silos of those pictures—
and barns, huge barns, of How I Like It,
my securities and assurances.
All built of wax.
my life is on fire,
all of it, house and barns, going up,
and I have 30 seconds to get out.
What would I grab?
My integrity? My wife? Those pictures?
My sense of humor? My mind?
Yeah, my mind. Or what about my soul?
Of course. My soul.
I'd grab you, God.
Grab you and run.
If you have been raised with Christ
seek the things that are above...
— Colossians 3.1
July 31, 2019