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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 …

Grief

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I've been trying to write a letter to you
since you visited me in my dreams
days after to you left this earth.
With all of these emotions,
I struggle to find the words to express
what it's like to lose a giant.
I worshiped you,
in a way.
God gave you to me
before I knew I needed you.
He knew  and you knew,
and it seems that now,
more than ever,
you cross my mind in infinite ways.
Is this what losing a parent feels like?
I don't desire to do this again,
although inevitable.
And I think about the mortality of my two remaining parents,
and I beg God to spare me-
to just give me a little more time to
prepare myself for the kind of indefinite
and sporadic
pain I'm bound to feel.
And these moments of grief cut so sharply,
so suddenly...
the unexpected tears flow and
all I can really do is just
let it rain.
I rain for you.
Even in the sun, I rain.
And I'm embarrassed and ashamed,
sometimes,
to tear up in a bar
or while walking down a crowded street
or to just sob for you in bed,
cry…