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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 …

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I lay on my left side
In a loose fetal position
With my left arm softly wrapped around my body
On a curved diagonal
Where my hand cups the fat just above my hip
My right arm crosses up towards my shoulder
The backhand meets the cushion of my cheek
I hold myself loosely
Wishing for a firmness of grip
That only another could create
My left hand slips upward
Towards a tiny love handle
Tears drip like wax from candles
Running down my hand
Hardening like hearts do
What is this hug I force upon myself?
Willing a touch that fills
Breath behind my ear that heals
stillness steals the urge to scream
I grip tighter and harder
These nightmares I dream
Are growing ulcers and tumors
That bleed into my strangled stomach
days turn into nights
fingernails sink into skin
I am awaiting
Him