Getting to a Brand New Day!

BrandNew2011

On daring the question to “The Wiz” high school musical cast – “Would you offer an encore at church when your show is over?”

Link to Video.

 

Finding we can sing, in faith, “outside the box” we once thought defined us.

 

W.B. Jones Backstage Video, 2012 (3:17 min.).

 

 

 

 

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“this is just the way of things” (to calculate the sun)

to trust the world
but not God in it,
this (they claim)
“the wiser thing,”

busses lift
from raging creeks,
drivers back
away from drink.

teach the rains
that flood as will,
“this is just
the way of things.”

bodies broken?
“chemistry;
simply physics
faltering.”

calculate
the sun for me!
“God” forsake
(and poetry).

flood the populace
and drown
deep within
the facts we bring,

bridging answers
washed away;
such may seem
the wiser thing –

yet this God
I praying say
come my valleyed life
to stay.

 

– William B. Jones, Oct. 31, 2012
(provoked by the devastation wought by Hurricane Sandy,
those who questioned “why pray this “God” of yours anyway?”
and the God of life’s valleys (Psalm 23) who does not stay away.)

 

 

 

 

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red-letter God

Many of us grew up with, and some still use, “red-letter Bibles,” with the words of Christ printed in red. I audited a class – two, actually – on Old Testament writings outside of seminary, one as a student at MIT, and another in my first pastorate at a local college. In the first I was introduced to the study of the Bible at a level that continued where confirmation left off. In the latter, another student color-coded the various names used of God in the Hebrew Scriptures we examined.

 

 

 

 

“red-letter God”

color code my life, my God,
where your grace has kept me safe,
underlining passages
where your glory mirrors faith

fleet as bronze, Malak Yayweh,
full as daylight El Roi’s glow;
El Shaddai in milky white,
El Elyon in highest snow

here El Kanna fiery raged,
here Shekinah lowing rose;
Eloah spied distant grey,
El Olam held gilt-edged gold.

color code my life, my God,
that your presence here be traced;
wrestler at the ford and dawn,
come, Emmanuel to stay.

 

(“red letter God” by William B. Jones, 2010.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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