Museums are for the Dead

Museums are for the Dead

Creation. Birth. Life. Death. Every. Single. Day. This is how the story has gone. No day goes by where you and I do not die. We were dead before we were born, because we were born to the dead, who were born to the dead, who were born to the dead. Because death begets life that is dead from the start. How can the dead come to life again? How can what has passed be renewed?

We’ve become a museum filled with relics of the past, as excavated and elaborate coffins line the halls. No curator can bring this place to life; we need a creator; A fresh breath, a fresh breath, a fresh fire to burn it all down. We like our relics and we clutch them with our death grips and we try to take them out the door with us as the fire consumes. But our corpses are highly flammable, and they yearn to come to life. The dead are alight, but will they be alive?

Recreation, reignition, rebirth is a painful thing, but the real pain is on the one who gives the new life and not the newly born. For how can the dead complain? Are they not already dead? Yes, the dead want to be alive again, and so they begin to listen. A whisper grows. The creator speaks. We come alive, not again, for we were never alive. We come alive, for the first time. When love moves, life begins.




“Oh it’s true I’d do anything to have you back,

So long as I can return with my pride in tact”

Oh the look upon Your face as an answer You return

“You’ve still got a lot of lessons left to learn,

Because without humility, you will never yearn;

Don’t you see, my son, that’s what you must learn,

Until I AM all you have, all else, yes, everything, must burn.

We’ll gather all the ashes, and place them in an urn,

Along with all your dead ideals like ‘love is something earned.’

You can write your name on an ivory plaque,

Your own epitaph: No Turning Back.”

“But, but, but…” I say—and you reply “away

With your excuses; they’re none of my concern.

My child, I watched you go astray,

But you are mine, and I shall have you return.”

I say “if you want me God, you’re in for a fight;

If you want me take me; wrestle me tonight.

“Do what You must do,” I said, in a final undefiant act.

I need to know if you are real and more than just abstract

You touched Jacob’s hip, and I feel you take me back.




It’s better to be broken and Yours than wholly my own

A grace I’ve never known before; to the world it must be shown.



(c)2011, jsm


Muse(ings) 4

It’s funny how inspiration to write comes and goes. Like now: I have no real inspiration. I don’t even know what to write. I could write about love, and the lack thereof. I could write about coffee and my love thereof. I could write about music, perhaps even offer a review of some new album—though I usually do that while listening to the given album, and I’ve been without a portable music player for months now. It’s quite an experience. I haven’t been without portable music in years.

It seems that the world has its own soundtrack separate from what I hear from my sound isolating earphones—sounds of leaves rustling, of voices in every octave and key—some from people and some from what people have made, and some from what no person could ever craft. I wish I could say that it’s opened up a world of conversations with others that I had forgotten were possible, but that’s not quite true. But it is freeing in its own way. When you don’t have 30 gigabytes of music files you can take with you everywhere you go, you tune in to other things, maybe a radio station playing a new artist worth hearing (thanks for playing Cage the Elephant, WNRN—you stay classy), or maybe just your own thoughts. After all, it can be hard to process your own thoughts when you incessantly drown them out in waves of sound. What serves as inspiration so often can be its own hindrance to expression if applied too liberally. Maybe I haven’t been as intentional as I should be with this opportunity to hear the world’s soundtrack; it has some lovely melodies to be heard—melodies of baby squeals, banana peels, drum fills, and various other thrills.

Speaking of intentionality, I’ve found myself losing such in the last few weeks. Twice I’ve had complete strangers stop me while I was entering or exiting my truck and ask me for a ride to somewhere. Neither person was threatening, but it either time, it struck me as exceedingly odd. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a man about town until recently, but I’ve never been flagged down by a stranger for a ride before (unless it was a fellow college student on campus at Liberty). Both times, I thought to myself, I should let this be an opportunity to share Christ and be unashamed—after all, if they were unashamed enough to ask a stranger for a favor, couldn’t I be unashamed enough to share what I live for? I don’t know, and I won’t beat myself up too much, but I could have said so much more than “God bless” or “be blessed in the name of Jesus.” I have so much to learn; I’ve asked God for opportunities, and he’s given them, only for me to panic and ignore them.

By the way, for the 20 some people who read my writing without commenting…. you could try commenting—let me know what you like and dislike, what you agree and disagree with, what repulses you or resonates with you.

The Pearl Pt. 2 will hopefully be coming forth soon, but we’ll see. As for Muse(ings) 4, I guess i figured out what to write about.

The Pearl pt. 1 [Muse(ings) 3]

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it. Matthew 13:45-46

He knew what he wanted. He knew nothing else could compare, and thus nothing else was worth striving toward. All else could be counted as loss for this great treasure.

This pearl has a uniqueness to all who would dare to purchase it. It never looks the same to anyone, but it is eternally beautiful, undisputedly worthwhile. So it would seem to anyone with eyes to see. But it takes courage to take that step of faith in eliminating the distractions that would keep the man from the pearl.

After all, if one sells all he has for one thing, how might he continue life as before? It would certainly not be the same. Nothing can be the same. What shall he wear? Where shall he sleep? What shall he eat? A pearl cannot be eaten! It might accent a nice garment, but it would look quite silly with no other clothes, and it would not be the most comfortable of pillows. No, to sell all one has to pursue this pearl is strange indeed. Even if it’s financially profitable, it seems impossible in practice.

So I sit. I know the pearl is out there. I’ve glimpsed it. It is no ordinary pearl… it radiates, it glows. It shows scenes of greatness… like a crystal ball that foretells future greatness. But it is no parlor trick. This pearl brings that greatness of lore. That greatness that the human heart was destined to pursue. Something happened along the journey for mankind. The pearl was buried long ago, but the treasure map is written on our hearts.

Oh, I know the pearl is there. But do I even want to find it? If I did, could I afford it? It tells stories of life, yes, but it also forecasts death. Remember, if one buys this pearl… there can be nothing else.

What a cost. “Suppose one of you wants to build a tower. Will he not first sit down and estimate the cost to see if he has enough money to complete it? For if he lays the foundation and is not able to finish it, everyone who sees it will ridicule him, saying, ‘This fellow began to build and was not able to finish.’ Or suppose a king is about to go to war against another king. Will he not first sit down and consider whether he is able with ten thousand men to oppose the one coming against him with twenty thousand? If he is not able, he will send a delegation while the other is still a long way off and will ask for terms of peace.” Luke 14:28-32.

This cost is beyond what I can count.

Still, I want that pearl.

A certain ruler asked him, “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

“Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone. You know the commandments: ‘Do not commit adultery, do not murder, do not steal, do not give false testimony, honor your father and mother.'”

“All these I have kept since I was a boy,” he said.

When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”

When he heard this, he became very sad, because he was a man of great wealth. Jesus looked at him and said, “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God! Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” Luke 18:18-25

This story is so many of ours. We can drown ourselves in material to keep us from experiencing what is real. We think that what is material is what is real. To purchase the pearl is to embrace what is beyond us. It is to acknowledge that we cannot be who we were made to be on our own accord. For some it is alcohol, for some it is video games, for some it is the American Dream, but for all… it is a nightmare of materialism.

God calls us to awaken from this dream state, to awaken from our stupor. To be so in love with God that nothing else matters is not foolishness; it is sobriety itself.

I want to live. I want to be who he has made me to be. I’m not sure what that entails yet. But it’s going to cost a lot. Remember the tower builder and the king who was going to war? You know what Jesus said right before that?

Large crowds were traveling with Jesus, and turning to them he said: “If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple. And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple. Luke 14:25-27

But what have I to fear? Do I need a pillow? Do I need clothes? Do I need anything but Him?

For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?

And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.

But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Often, I’ve wondered if I should sell all and see what God would do. I don’t think I’m supposed to do that just yet, but in truth I’m both terrified and hopeful that he will. Will I have the courage when he calls for it? I want that pearl.

To be continued…


I’ve been given the gift of a new guitar – sadly the new guitar does not come with talent…. at least it makes me look good; anyone with a Taylor looks good, right?

Yet hope springs eternal in my mind of epic endeavors and tragic shortcomings.

Funny how I have three guitars in my possession in my room, and yet I still play so poorly.

It makes me recall how my relationship with the Lord so often is. The quality of any relationship is very dependent on the amount of time given it. Here I am at a Christian school, with one of the highest titles of responsibility in student leadership. I have bible after bible, study guide after study guide on my bookshelves. I have professors that teach from a biblical worldview. I have friends who pray for me.

But that doesn’t make my relationship with the Lord any better… the only thing that makes that better is when I spend time with God.

I can’t expect a new guitar to suddenly make me a decent guitarist… though it’s a great aid.

I can’t expect flowers sent to a girl on her birthday to win me her love…. (though it can theoretically help)

I can’t expect a sweet study Bible to make me know my Lord better… unless I revel in it, and in Who He is.

My God is so good to me, and He’s right there, waiting for me to converse with Him, yet how easy it is to put something we treasure on the back burner.

So often our priorities as they play out do not reflect what we say they are. We fill up our lives with trivial matters and wonder why our relationships go down the drain (this applies to the Christian walk or to your friendships).

Invest in what matters. Will I ever learn this lesson? I hope so.

I kinda feel like ranting…

But I’m not sure if I am in a position to do so. So, instead of a rant, I’m just going to see where the flow goes… wait, is that the same as ranting?

See… I get on some blogosphere and read politics, politics and more politics. I get it almost everyday when I’m back at my school… okay, my school is Liberty University, founded by Jerry Falwell, so that’s to be expected…. I know, I know. Truth is, it’s actually not what you might think… as a school, they would encourage you to form your own opinions far more than most secular schools. Most of the faculty is pretty conservative, but that’s not a requirement. In fact, I’d say I’m much more open minded now than I ever was… funny how I’ve bought books dissenting from the Religious Right and such right on campus.

A while back I made a post about my frustrations with the polarization in Christian circles. I don’t agree with the Religious Right on some things… mostly because the only issues they push tend to be limited.

Now, I am pro-life… I will say that. I don’t think a young lady who has just had an abortion needs to be harrassed and criminalized. There needs to be an efficient system to allow for more adoptions. Many people would love to adopt, but they can’t afford the process. Should abortion be illegal? Yes, I think it should be. But really… there has to be more than condemnation offered to the woman who’s just made one of the most difficult decisions she could ever make.

I don’t support gay marriage…. I said before that I’m not terrified of it. It’s probably never going to affect me personally. The way I see it, marriage is a covenant between a man and a woman… usually under authority of government, but even back to ancient Roman times, marriage is more than a legal agreement. In ancient Roman society, Roman citizens were legally able to marry non-citizens… they did anyway… the spouse just didn’t have the same protections that a citizen would have. These were illegitimate marriages in the eyes of the government, but were still every bit a marriage. My point is actually from the reverse…. legal recognition is not the deciding factor for legitimacy. If the government sees gay marriage as legitimate, okay… so they do. It doesn’t really hurt me or my beliefs. I don’t agree with it, and I’ll say so…. but really… my faith isn’t about making everyone who doesn’t believe like I do act like me. If someone doesn’t share my faith, I don’t expect them to have the same convictions as me…. they can’t. That applies to so much more than this of course.

Regarding those above issues… I’d prefer that they be decided at the state level rather than national.


War is hell.

Yeah…. it is. No denying. But really…. it’s amazing how jerkish so many people get over the issue. Most arguments resort to ad hominems and other logical fallacies. Then I read stuff like “Who would Jesus bomb?” It’s more than an overly-emotional featured blogpost on xanga…. actually it stems from a movement founded by Shane Claiborne (see Irresistable Revolution) and company. Jesus probably wouldn’t bomb anyone…. He wouldn’t be a politician in a democracy. He’d speak up for treating people with equality. He’d say that the governments that are in place are there because there’s a plan in place. He’d say that we should help the poor and the homeless…. but guess what….

People wouldn’t listen if Jesus was here right now. They didn’t then. They wouldn’t now.

My faith is not political. I care about politics because I’m a citizen of the U.S. and the world. That said, if we can influence our nation to care about people…. how wonderful would that be?

My worldview isn’t really US-centric. I’m fascinated by foreign cultures. I’ve studied culture a lot. It’s really a beautiful thing to see our differences and appreciate them. May I recommend a book? Beyond Culture… by Edward T. Hall…. it will open your eyes. I am not the world. You are not either. We are.

So, I guess I  am ranting anway.

Ah well.

Why can’t I have a presidential candidate I like?

Ah well. At least we can still voice our opinions here… unlike in some places. The right to dissent is a beautiful thing…. especially when you’re reading 1984.

Food for thought: No form of government is more uniting of its people than monarchy… especially a benevolent monarchy. King Cyrus of ancient Persia is still my favorite world leader of all time.

Now, I’m going to go write some free verse or maybe I’ll read… or continue to enjoy The Duhks… sweet tunes.

Excuse my ADD exhibited above.