I was in a church filled with people — maybe a thousand of them… It felt like home… familiar… safe… But something in the air felt strange… like warmth covering a quiet wrong…
I was sitting with a group of guys — my friends — waiting for the service to start… The room was loud with low voices and shifting bodies… noise that feels alive before something important begins…
Then.. a young guy stepped to the pulpit… mid-twenties… unpolished… unguarded… real…
He started to confess…
Not in a dramatic way — not for attention just a man tired of carrying his weight alone… He confessed his sins… his failures… his sexual mistakes… with girls in the church…
The room changed…
Whispers started… Then snickers… Then laughter…
People leaned into each other… smiling behind their hands… Judging… Feasting on the fall of someone brave enough to bleed in public…
I felt my chest tighten…
Not at him — at them…
I felt angry… Ashamed… Disgusted… I was pissed…
This was supposed to be a place of mercy… A greenhouse… where things nurture… instead.. it felt like a courtroom with no grace…
I looked around at the faces of people… I didn’t recognize the love I thought lived here…
I wanted out…
So I stood up…
I walked past the rows… Past the whispers… Past the laughter… Past the pulpit… that was no longer an altar… but a guillotine… and the applause for the fallen… was the new amen…
I pushed open the doors… as I stepped outside… I felt cleansed… baptized… free as a wet bird drenched in truth…
then I woke up…
it was just a dream…
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Who knows who is both your best friend and brother… When everyone’s deserted you… Who’d shoot first and ask questions later… If anybody’s messed with you…
Pretty soon we’ll all be tumblin’ like a barrel… Thrown from the top of the waterfall… I’m drownin’ in piranhas in the river… Man… what a drag!
I was talkin’ to my teacher… Said I didn’t have a clue… I think my principles are reachin’…
I was asleep… — until I opened my eyes… — I was in an old town… a third world place…
Cobblestone streets… — run down… — falling apart…
There were people everywhere— on the outside.. they seemed okay… but once they opened their mouths… — I saw they were falling apart too…
Nothing but rusted words… — no faith… — no hope… — nothing good to say… They believed in nothing…
Just empty speech… empty phrases… — nothing on the inside… Painted smiles that no one cares to look through… So I shook it off me— — continued on…
In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures… They were white marble— — steep… — with hewn steps stretching across… Carved for someone braver… — layered one upon another… — like a man-made mountain range…
Magnificent to look at… — like the teeth of God… — so high up… — bruising the sky… — such a challenge…
Something inside me cried out… Something feral and buried… I knew— I must climb…
I started walking toward them… — because I’m about to move up… 😉
The people started yelling at me— Their voices like a flock of crows… — black… — circling…
You’re not good enough… you cant… you wont make it… it’s impossible… it’s too much… you’re crazy… you’re going to regret it… you will die… Yada… yada… yada…
Wrong words— — like an avalanche… — thundering down from the mountains… Bursting into sparks as they hit me— straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…
My eyes locked… I started to run — harder… — faster… — gaining momentum… — like jets on a runway…
I took off… — climbing higher… — and higher…
The incline at times seemed straight up… — I could actually feel myself getting tired…
But I kept on— — never thought of giving up… — never worried… — never stopping… — never slowing to catch my breath…
I’ve never had a better feeling in my life… — awake or asleep… — I felt so alive… — so happy… — it was unreal…
So determined — — no one and nothing could stop me… — nothing was impossible…
It was the greatest feeling ever… I carried it with me all day after waking…
Mountains mean nothing…
And soon I will rest… — on the summit… — where she waits… Take her hand… — be her man…
I climb for that moment… — a deep kiss… — a life… — that quiets the world below
Little by little… day by day…
Habakkuk 3:19
“The Lord God is my strength… and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”
So over the years.. I’m often inspired in the shower.. as I relinquish my daily filth to the basin of dissolve.. aka down the drain.. something frequently speaks to me.. and by something.. I mean the ultimate something.. it has gotten to the point that I prepare for it.. and expect to receive.. each time I shed my garments and stand neath the cleansing flood.. I could tell you stories for days about my sacred shower time.. today… I felt these words in my spirit
winded is the sail… `.°~
I’m not sure what to make of it yet.. it could be a poem.. a title for one of my real life stories.. a song.. a direction.. or something much more.. but I will be listening further.. and as the days unfold.. I know it shall reveal itself…
Shane & Shane🎶Everything Is Different🎶Crucify Him…
Hey yall… it’s Sunday.. and I hope you all are well.. so this will be the last Shane & Shane post.. for a while.. but I have two song gems for you today……
1. “Everything Is Different” — Shane & Shane Album: Everything Is Different Year: 2o09
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 