Here and Heaven

I just want to say that I know that my posts aren't always (at all) theologically correct or edifying.

I know they aren't a reflection of a victorious Christian life.

I know they aren't particularly inspirational.

I know they probably aren't moving anyone to be a better steward of anything.

But I do know that, whether or not I say anything meaningful here, whether or not there will ever be more than a handful of folks who even read this blog, this effort forces me to confront my faith; to face God purposefully every day; to consider my existence and heaven; to spend sacred time inadvertently.

With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure we are building a shed
Between here and heaven between the wait and the wedding
for as long as we both shall be dead to the world beyond the boys and the girls trying to keep us calm
We can practice our lines 'til we're deaf and blind to ourselves to each other where it's
Fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold
And it's warm not hot have we all forgotten that we're getting old.