Foolish Foundations

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Scripture: Matthew 7:15-29
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus' Name
On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
These lyrics, penned by the English hymnist and Baptist minister Edward Mote, in 1834 capture a rugged spirituality born at the crossroads of great industrial advancement and civil upheaval. 1834. This is the year when new inventions are being patented every week while anti-abolitionist riots are breaking out in New York City—
The year that slavery is abolished in the British Empire while the Ursuline Convent in Massachusetts is burned to the ground by an anti-Catholic extremist group in the name of Jesus. On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand,
Mote writes. I imagine him standing at the intersection of prophetic hope and indescribable despair with a pen and paper in his hands, trying to hold onto a …

Dream No More


This morning I dreamt of Gentilly
The boulevard with willow trees
The nonexistent summer breeze
that met its death one August morn
I woke up in a panic
For all I knew was washed away
The mist of night
the heat of day
Our death was met too soon

The gumbo colored waters of the Mississippi shores
The symbols showing signs of death graffitied on the doors

I dreamt of highways in the sky
And bones above the ground
The sounds 
around and stench of life no more
No breath is to be found

And then I freeze
Amidst the nonexistent breeze
I wipe the sweat away
Or is it tears?
I fear my body crying
Begging me to 
Dream no more
Say dream no more
The nightmare is a-knockin' on your door



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