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007 Calvary

Back to Basics

Maybe I’m being a liiitttttle overdramatic.

Looking back, over these past five years I’ve accomplished some pretty great things. And I have manifested opportunities to share my truth, to give a reason for the light in my soul.

At least, that’s what Mr. Hyde tells me sometimes.

As I meditate more and more on the Word, the truth that I keep coming back to, is that unless I speak the gospel to its fullest extent. The whole gospel. The unadulterated director’s cut version, it’s pointless.

And if I dig deep into my conscious, the corners that make me the most uncomfortable, I know why I’ve struggled so much with expression and balance. It’s because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of offending and alienating people. I’m afraid of losing fans. I’m afraid of seeing for the millionth time someone’s face turn sour when I bring up anything that even rhymes with Jesus. And lastly, and perhaps most important of all, it’s because of my lack of faith.

Ironically enough, the same gospel that I run away from to chase the words of man, has penetrated the heart of this issue with just one line. Or I guess technically two.

You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet.  – Matthew 5:13-14

For if salt has lost its saltiness, what use does it have? I’m not gonna put watered down salt on my fries, I want that good stuff. That gourmet sea salt. And if some people don’t like the fries with my sea salt, so be it. They probably don’t like fries anyways.

A Firm Foundation

I’ve grown so cold. So distanced from that first fire that sparked my heart into motion.
Something I once held so dear, has decayed into something I no longer recognize.

I’ve lost myself.
My worries, fears, anxieties are crippling; strangling the good fruits of passion and purpose.

These works were intended to be a creation of honor, of reverence. An expression of who I am; a celebration of who I am no longer.

If I’ve lost my identity. If my purpose is muddled.
How can it be effective?
How can it last?

By focusing my gaze on how the world may perceive me. How my fruits may be taken.
I’ve lost everything.

I’ve built my foundation upon the sand, with withered wood, and the waters are rushing in.

I need a firm foundation.

Lord, reveal to me the errors of my ways.

May my heart be rekindled with purpose.
May my eyes be transfixed upon that which is eternal.
May my soul overflow with joy.
And may that joy spill into my works.