Life or the Letter

By: Woodrow Lucas

Matthew 7:13

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.

Matthew 7:14

But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. NIV


In Matthew 7:13 and 7:14 we see Jesus describing the prospects of humanity for finding life in this life or the after life.  He said that wide is the gate that leads to destruction and many go that way, and narrow is the way to life, and only a few souls find it.  It is important to note that in this pericope of scripture, Jesus is describing the fate of the unbeliever or unrepentant as destruction which is a much less horrific fate than the eternal hell that many believe await the unrepentant.  But this pericope of scripture is pretty clear, that the not that many people find eternal life and that eternal life is not something that is available to humanity writ large.  Now there are ways to Universalize this scripture, maybe by saying that Jesus is saying these things before he dies for all of our sins, and so post atonement everyone gets in.   Or perhaps you could do something creative with the Greek to redefine what Jesus means by only a “few” finding eternal life.  But for the most part this scripture suggests to me that there were at least times in Jesus’ life when he was not a Universalist and this scripture proves to me that there are verses in the Bible that support Universalism and verses that just out and out refute it.


In my opinion, while Universalism is the riddle of the Bible solved, if you read between the lines, the letter of scripture neither absolutely proves or disproves Universalism.  It is for this reason that I don’t base my Universalism on biblical writ, but rather the character of God.  I believe in a God of unconditional love and I believe that that God of unconditional love is going to save all because that God loves all and created all.  Whether the Bible substantiates that or not is immaterial to me.  The Bible suggests Universalism, but it doesn’t prove it.  Just like the Bible suggests Eternal Hell, but doesn’t prove that either.  The problem with the Bible is that suggests a lot of things, but if we are honest leaves us fractured and confused in the end about a lot of them.  That is why it takes faith, which the Bible describes as the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen, to believe anything to the point that it becomes knowledge.  Paul said that the “letter of scripture killeth” and it is rather the spirit that brings life.


I believe about the Bible what the Bible says about itself that is God breathed, and that it is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, and for instruction in righteousness.  But I also believe that it was my obsessive allegiance to the Bible that helped to drive me insane when I was a young man.


In truth, the Bible helped to bring me to Universalism.   As I started to believe in Universalism, scriptures in the Bible just started to light up and it seemed like they were all pointing me to believe that God would save all.  But I do not still have that experience.  Now, almost every time I read the Bible I see something that seems to support eternal hell as much as it could possible support Universalism.  This is why I believe in Universalism based on my beliefs about God and Jesus, not the Bible.  Whether Jesus was a Universalist when he walked the earth or not, I believe that my risen Savior loves everyone so much that he is not going to stop until everyone makes it.  And whether Jesus was a Universalist when he walked the earth or not, I believe that it has always been the plan of God to reconcile all things, even Satan to light.  I mean it is just the nature of love.  Love may do many things but the balance of love redeems, restores, creates, and nurtures.  And so I believe that my God of love and his Son and the Holy Spirit have saved all and will save all, not because scripture says it, because scripture can be used to say anything if a person is creative enough, but because I believe that they love all of creation just so much that they are going to redeem it and all in it completely.  It is the character of God that moves me to Universalism. Yes I quote scripture all the time.  And I love scripture.  But I do not need scripture to support my faith in Universalism when it does not support it.  All I need is the revelation of the Holy Spirit and her constant reminders to me that I see, that I’m right, and God really is as good as I imagine him to be.


A Fable

BY: Woodrow Lucas

There once were ships in the sea, they were sailing.  They came to a shore, and on the shore there were people of red.  The ships ran onto the shore.  They took the people of red and said, “We clear a path so move we’ll build a house of sheets and you can sit with us.”  The people of red moved back and much to there chagrin they fell into a trap; it had been set before from those in ships.  The one’s from the ships they laughed, “Ha Ha, this is our manifest these sheets.  So sit in this our trap, Ha Ha.”  So with the people of red so nicely packed, the people from ships began to build this house of sheets.  They began to build but as their backs got sore alas they needed help.  So they sailed back, back toward the land of black.  They docked the shores and said, “Great sorts, we have these sheets, so give us yours to help us build a house a far.  These sheets will give you more amongst the ones you’re with; you’ll rule with them.”  The sorts said. “Yes, well said, this too seems good for us as well.  So take these types they’re only good for less, much less than such theses sheets that could for us, could make us rule.  We know these sheets had them before in lands of times long gone and past.  We’ve made this deal before for sheets.  So take these types and bind them yes as we have done before as well.  So take these types and build your house as we have done to make this land.”  But in the end these types would know that no they were not soon to rule, instead they soon would join the types they sent to work for houses greater size.  But that is for another time.  Now the ones from the ships they took these types and tied them up with chains.  They sailed so back to land of red and docked again.  And with the types in chains to make their base, they built their house.  They built on backs of such these types, the houses big one after one.  The houses got so big that others came, became a dream these sheets.  So others came on other ships to join and build these houses big.  Now some joined in and built, while others once again as types in chains were made to do the most of work.  The types of chains were made to do the most of work.  The types of chains and others brought who came, them all they did the work while others made the houses big.  They sat inside the houses big and made on tops of those.  And after a time, houses merged to form a mountain lie of sheets.

Now those beneath this sort, the types who were in chains and others too so made to work.  They all were at the bottom.  Soon, the one’s a top they said, “This mountain’s big enough so now it’s safe to free these types in chains. Now some true wanted for the right to free the one’s from traps and from the chains, but they were small and so their voice was softer heard.  The louder sounds said,”

We shall let the one’s of red come free from traps and join in too, and others that we used to make this mountain we shall let them climb, but always we’ll throw rocks below so we might grow beyond their reach.  So lies and laws they threw them down so others down below might never reach the top.  So that they always on the backs of them below could grow to reach new heights”.

Now time went by and mountain grew, this mountain lie of sheets.  So that the other lands they all joined in.  And so in other lands all sorts were made to be the base for such this mountain’s lie of sheets.  So that the other lands they all joined in.  And so in other lands all sorts were made to be the base for such this mountains lie.  And even those atop began to sweat red beads of anguished life.  And time went by, this mountain lie of sheets had been before and always was to tell the truth.  So all these types were so familiar with this plan, they climbed and through the rocks.  And even a few of those the types in chains before and in the traps, they reached the top.  And all upon the mountain’s side began to throw the rocks with glee, and all their eyes they burned with thoughts perhaps to reach its wondrous top above.  The types began to see not types but only mountain’s top.  They all began to throw at any type.  They threw the rocks above, below.  They threw the rocks at any sort who stood to slow the climb above.  Now few amongst them , those they said, “This isn’t fair!” and some believed it true, it truly was not right.  But some just wanted that the top, and thought that maybe this a guise was best the way to close its reach.  Now those a top became afraid.  The pride of life beat down on them.  They said, “Oh please calm down, please join amongst our game, we love you all,”  but to each other snickered quick.  They started throwing smaller rocks, such rocks that weren’t so big.  So that they could deceive and make the one’s upon the sides believe the mountain’s lie was truth.  “Just work, we swear you’ll make it up,” but to themselves, they fortified the sides of top’s plateau to keep the one’s along the sides from ever reaching mountain’s top.  And so they changed the truth of past to help them fortify this mountain’s lie.  And those along the sides believed, they did not mind as long as they could throw the rocks at other sorts, climb higher, higher than the rest.  And it became a war was formed of all against each other always, just to climb the mountain lie and die, to climb the mountain’s lie and die.

Now this went on for quite some time until a sound began to form.  And it was quiet yes at first but louder, louder it became and as the words came into reach the prophets came to speak this tone.

Our friends, we’re here to speak of God, his word made flesh personified.  We know passe, cliché, blasé it seems that we should talk of trees of quantum forms in politic, of social structure in collapse or prole-pression images.  It is so droll for some to speak of God.  How quaint it sickens such sophisticates of Freud the ID, we should discourse.  This lost and dying them of love, It’s dead and why do we pursue persist to beat its dead resolve?  Too simple, no inquisitive to live and speak of such this God, just opium to spread and dread the death of all that’s reason.

But dear sweet fellows, females, friends, just hear us out!  We speak of light made life and life mad light again.  We speak of beats in waves, of white or black, of Bach, of  Mozart, Hip Hop, Jazzed falls, of brothers, oceans, mountains,  books, celestine, karma chakras, unbound lands and times we year to see!  We shall not apologize.  No we shall not deny such gifts, cliché, passe, or out of time.  We do embrace such cryptic themes, anachronisms fine we say that we don’t care with all there is that we could share to calm your state, we dare and stare into your eyes, despising maybe such a fact that seems so simple without thought.  We blindly say and do implore, there’s more beyond this dismal art.  We speak of muses, music’s muses, rhythms friends we speak of beats.  Of loves and blacks and whites, the shades within.  We speak of temples castes come crashing down beneath such love.  We speak of doves and tearful thoughts, forgotten, lost, but still not dead.  We speak of beats and kumbaya.  We speak of privileged black bourgeois, of kings and serfs, the Irish too.

We speak of China’s heaven chimes, of Yin and Yang and Tang!  Of doubts and friends in fear of conquered fools within retreat, of flows and rhythms winning out.  We speak of ponds beneath the wind that send to rivers, streaming teem into the furrow of that root it takes the rose to heights above.  Our friends we do.  And we dare not apologize.  The raptures far beneath such eyes, the guise it told us to submit such eyes to blindness, friends, to blind oh no! And in that strength’s resolve, evolve the beast, evolve we say to beats within.  Evolve to God he rescues men, an infinite when showed unchecked.  And yes, we dare not chance apologize for this cliché and blasé them to lies, my friends to lies oh no.  We speak of rhythms deep inside, evolve such beats into such things await to come into evolve such beats inside against such lies.  So yes, we speak of God, do you dare challenge such cliché?  Today or any blasted time, our rhyme, our muse, we speak of beats and dare not challenge that our friends.  We speak of every blasted corny thing, we taught and learned was wrong.  Such songs cannot be stopped.  We dare not hide behind a guise, we speak of rhythms friends, of God above, within, about and that’s no lie! So scoff and chide till you and yours content.  We speak of rhythms friends, and loves, we speak of rhythms in above, we speak to Christians, Muslims, Jews, the Tao, and simply sounds inside.  Believe in Jesus Christ and rise!  We speak of love, our God cliché that truth cannot deny or die.  We speak of rhythms friends, please hear us, corny it may seem but that’s our dream and we implore, there’s more than just this you and me, there’s more to see and be that’s we.  We love and if such song is wrong, then let that be!  It’s all we see.  We speak of God, of you and we.  And if you don’t then that’s Ok.  He brings us truth, he helps us see, he set’s us free.  So you and we let’s take that song.

We speak of rhythms friends, beg in that sound that it resound true you and we, this flesh there’s more in store for us. We speak of rhythms friend of rhymes without a time’s constraint.  Of Muse’s, music songs at last inside and all around such sounds of streams and river’s flows.  We speak and spoke.  We will not stop this tone, cliché or out of touch till all that’s you and me, is one.  There’s more to us my friends, my heart, my soul, my common beat, you’ll see.  There’s more.  And when the voices came to rest, the sorts a top, along the sides they grabbed the stones and threw them down.  They grabbed each others hands, knelt down in silent sounds of peace and prayed.  Then God transposed to spirit’s side and from the top they stomped upon the head of evil’s wicked pride.  And stomp they did upon its side.  And stop they did at mountain’s peaks.  God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form.  And stomp they did up its side.  And stomp they did at mountain’s peaks.  God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form.  And stomp they did upon it’s side, and stomp they did at mountain’s peaks.  God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form.

And slowly peaks came crashing down.  Till all was dust, but from such dust, red dust arose a form so brilliant blinded all their eyes.  And tears welled up above the clouds, came washing down and cured such soars as rocks before had thrown.  And in that peace benign all sorts began to sing.  The waves of Jesus flowed through all to bring the truth’s sheet shining glow.  The waves of Jesus flowed through all to bring the truth’s sheet shining glow.  And so it ended mountain’s lie to new dimensions not yet seen.  And so it ended mountain’s lie to new beginnings in that dream.

A Power

By: Woodrow Lucas

There is a man and there are worms,

We are the worms my brethren,

Beautiful and perverse, wicked and evil, depraved and unjust,

Good and righteous and wonderful, we are the worms.

There is a man my brethren, Paul Maudib, Gandalf the Wizard, Beowulf, who was a Power.

He was a power and he wanted power and glory and honor.

And he saw our suffering.

For man has always been a weak creature.

He is the son of Dune, the son of Earth, for he fused with the earth through man.

He fused with the worms my brethren to live forever.

His flesh is a radiant glory, flame on, he is as firestorm and Wolverine.

He is as professor Xavier, He is the shining one.

And he was not all good.

Like us, he had evil in him.

And he sinned.

But in the midst of his torment and his madness, he saw the sky.

And knew of God’s love.

Rise my brethren, for God is man and we have the power.

Rise my brethren, for God loved man so much that he became man.

God became the worms and saved the earth.

Turn to the earth and heal it.

And allow it to heal you.

Heal the rabbits, heal the deer, heal the trees.

And share in its pleasure.

For the earth loves you and the earth is our mother.

And our Father knows of our torment.

But there is a God, a Power who knows the secret.

He has fused with the worms and now we all shall ride.

Know this my brethren.

Whether you confess his name or not, he has saved you.

For he is you.

He is the murderer down the street.

He is the rapist in jail.

He is the tyrant ruling governments.

He is the whore on the street.

He is the man dying of leprosy.

He is the insane man, rambling into nothingness.

He is the mother who loves her children.

He is the man who suffers deep so that he can feed his family,

He is the man that curses man and God.

He is the priest who sees visions of a new tomorrow.

He is us and we are him my brother and that is the great mystery of his victory.

For whatever dark force keeps us separate.

He has vanquished it and now in him whether we believe or not we shall be one!

Rise brethren.

Rise brethren.

For man has the favor of God and man has been declared good.

We are good, from the worst of us to the best of us, we are good.

And we shall rise.

Look at the tree leaves rustling in the wind and know that God loves you.

Feel the storm, for it is coming.

Feel the storm, and scream freedom!!


A Prayer for Jubilee this All Hallows Eve

By: Woodrow Lucas

God, the children are dressed as wizards and their parents as witches,

A spirit of lighthearted harmony marks our steps as we walk,

And sinister ghouls and goblins are the subject of jovial talk,

And that is a beauty that I wouldn’t trade,

My daughter trick or treating with the other kids her age,

But God you and I know what day this really is,

It is the eve of all saints day or All Hallows Eve,

The night before we celebrate the saints that have gone before,

The night before we celebrate the joy that’s in store,

When we are reunited with loved ones in the great mystery,

And we feel the comfort of being known and knowing as we see,

The saints of old from ages past embrace us with a kiss,

And we repast, in everlast of things from life we’ll never miss,

Today is the Eve of All Saints Day when we celebrate in awe,

Elijah and Elisha, Yogananda, and the Apostle Paul,

And so dear Lord I pray this prayer on this ever so sacred eve,

For the many suffering souls around me who are craving a reprieve,

A reprieve from misery relentless on this All Hallows Eve,

God so many people around me are hurting and wish for death,

And their lives are so miserable they can scarcely tell,

That there is no such as eternal hell,

And most of these people to me at least do not deserve what they feel,

And people keep treating them so badly it is impossible for them to heal,

God bye and large these people owe no more debts than the rest of us,

But God I ask that you give them Jubilee tonight to restore their trust,

For God, they have been through so much,

Give them Jubilee so they can once again receive this life’s touch,

Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they know they’re set free,

Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they can embrace the great mystery,

That you always suffer with us, so we never suffer alone,

And suffering is never eternal but only lasts a season,

God give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they have a reason,

To embrace this life with fullness of hope and everlasting zeal,

Though many of them are closer to you than me, tonight I ask that you show them you’re real,

In a way that they will never forget the truth that you’ve shown me,

That you will redeem all creation over the course of eternity.

The Flame

By: Woodrow Lucas

When we are born as wee babes from the womb,

There is something within us that hums us a tune,

It knows us by name,

It knows our hopes,

It knows our tears,

It knows our fears,

And it burns within, Divine for all time,

When we are born as children healthy or lame,

There is a flame that burns to hear our name,

Called outside by our friends to play,

Called in by our parents at the end of the day,

From the time we are too young to hate,

There is a flame that burns within us great,

And as we live there’s an evil wind that blows,

It tries to extinguish our flame and the love from it that flows,

With rejection and sorrow, pain and regret,

This evil wind tries to make us forget,

Of our childlike faith in our eternal flame,

And convinces us that life has winners and losers, and that losers deserve shame,

And sometimes in our lives it seems our flame has gone,

Like we have lost our passion for the things we once loved,

And life is a trial with a bitter end,

A bitter end for the uniqueness within,

From the time we are born, too young to hate,

There is a flame that burns within us and it yearns to make us Great,

It gives us dreams, it gives us hope,

It gives us love with which to cope,

When things go wrong or people die,

It helps us cry, it helps us sigh,

It guides and it arouses an eternal muse within,

For us to praise creator and creation for their beauty all in one,

This flame burns brighter than any super sun,

This flame loves us like no other soul can,

For this flame is not a mortal man,

This flame is Jesus the risen Lord,

Much more than he is depicted in books,

This flame asks nothing of us, but that we try our best to love,

And to show ourselves mercy when time to time we fall short,

This flame needs not allegiance, for our joy is enough for him,

This flame asks us to love ourselves and the God that made us real,

This flame asks us to love our brothers and sisters like they are real too,

This flame loves me, this flame loves you,

This flame asks us not to be the same or act the same or feel the same, or think the same,

This flame rather asks us to burn brightly in the beauty of our name,

Sometimes shame grips us and we feel lost and cold,

But that flame is still within us waiting for the time,

We remember how much he loves us and wants us to shine,

And you can believe in Buddha, or you can believe in the stars,

This flame cheers you on from within as you learn things near and far,

And though life can be scary and the fear makes us wish we were never born,

The flame whispers to us gently,

Fear not little child for I suffer with you now,

And soon these sufferings will pass like the evil wind that would destroy your joy,

For there is a greater wind blowing, my wife for all time,

She is the Holy Spirit that flames my embers within you,

And she will show you comfort,

Some souls are born Baptist,

Some souls are born Jews,

Some souls are born Hindu,

Some souls are born Pagan,

Some souls believe in Science,

Some souls believe in strife,

But there is a flame burning in us all,

And sometimes we feel forsaken,

And sometimes we feel lost,

But the flame never leaves us,

The flame never forsakes us,

And he waits until we awake to a rhythm Divine,

That love reigns supreme for now and all time,

And this flame burns forever in every soul that ever was,

This flame burns forever in every soul that ever will be,

And this flame guides us for all eternity, for Jesus was once a man,

And he knows that bitter wind that causes shame and strife,

And so when he conquered evil once and for all he became a flame that burns in every soul that ever was or would be,

He became a flame so that he could guide you and me to a blessed destiny,

And he’ll get us there I know it,

For day after day he tells me so,

Some confess his name and he blesses them.

Some confess other names and he blesses them.

Some shun God and he blesses them.

For he is a flame who knows what it’s like to be in flesh and so he says to us, “I’ve got you don’t stress.”

This flame loves unconditionally every one of us by name.

There is a flame that burns in us great,

And as we live there’s an evil wind that blows and tries to extinguish our flame and the love that from it flows,

But there is a greater wind that turns our gaze to the sky and says “He is Risen!”

For this flame has a body that reminds him of what it’s like to fight for love and feel like you’re losing trapped in fright,

And so this flame knows all the roads that lead to the narrow road of life,

And in his own way for each of us, he helps us win the fight,

The flame can’t lose, for he already won so long ago,

And now he asks us to laugh out loud for our laughter is  our faith,

That our eternal flame, Jesus of Nazareth, has saved the human race!!

The Sound of Fury

By: Woodrow Lucas

There is a sound of fury rising throughout the land,

A sound of fury rising for how man is treating man,

A sound of fury about hidden histories that some cannot face,

Of mass genocides and exploitations based on race,

The masses have had a taste of freedom,

And they like the savor of equal wages and a hope that if they fall,

There is a way to survive and thrive for us all,

There is a sound of fury rising throughout the earth,

That some are condemned to jails based on their birth,

That Gay folks cannot marry,

And poor folks cannot eat,

While the privileged right and white sit replete with righteous gates around the streets,

Their ancestors stole from natives and forced black men to build,

There is a sound of fury rising all around,

About disabled folks being cut from Medicare and being left to writhe,

In pain, regret, and shame throughout their lives,

There is a sound of fury spreading all about,

The sound of numbness in the souls of those who worship books,

And condemn the lost to everlasting torment with no chance of reprieve,

The same voice that believes in a God without mercy,

Is that voice of Neo Nazis that hate Jews they cannot see,

The same voice that condemns all who have not confessed,

Is the same voice that ignores the cries of homeless women in their stress,

It is the voice of hatred, it is the sound of rage,

Of the enemy of all who seeks to destroy our age,

But a sound of fury is rising and its creator is the lamb,

Who was slain so that every child could know they can,

Live a life of beautiful mercy replete too with grace,

A life of freedom irrespective of creed, gender, or race,

There is a sound of fury and the lion leads these slaves,

To an exodus of liberation where no man bears the yolk,

And there is no fear of rejection for among us queer as folk,

Listen careful and you’ll hear the sound of fury of our King,

Who said I died for all, and it is all who I will bring,

To a place of comfort, peace, and abundance everflowing,

Listen to the sound of Universal knowing,

For a sound of fury is rising and none will escape its truth,

For too many have died on crosses and with their necks in a noose,

And their blood cries out to the heavens and the heavens answer with this gift,

The sound of fury rising all around us that none can dismiss,

This sound of fury that will transform the planet into a place where all can see,

How much our God loves us for all eternity.

The Sound of Music

By: Woodrow Lucas

Doing is knowing,

The sound of music permeates my being,

My flesh longs to dance with the Ravens that speak of freedom,

Maya spoke of the caged bird,

But I say to all birds Fly! to the rhythm of rainbows in sunlit rain,

But I say to all birds Fly! Fly to the strength that comes from your pain,

But I say to all birds Fly! For your beauty transcends that of even the sun,

But I say to all birds Fly! For all battles you fight are already won,

You are wondrous , you are better than sliced bread on Sunday morning with butter after a night spent making love to someone you love,

You are the sound of children singing “this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,”

You are the sound of music,

You are the family Vontrap,

And the Nazis can’t reach you as you sing, dance, and laugh,

Consider Stevie Wonder as he sees through eyes of crescendo and melody,

You are life abundant and life abundant awaits you,

Here the sound of music in your very veins,

Here God singing you a new song,

Of revolution, revival, renaissance, and rebirth,

Here God telling you that you are special on this earth,

Sing, dance, to the rhythm of wind chimes that caress you on Mountain tops of weekend ski trips,

It’s all yours,

For all who are thirsty, a holy moment of miraculous too good to be true reckoning awaits you,

Here the sound of your own beautiful breath as you cry tears of joyful appreciation,

Here the thunder scream your praises,

For you are whole and you will be whole,

For you are free and you will be free,

For you are loved and you will be loved,

Shining among the other gleaming notes in God’s glorious symphony,

Rejoice, for you are the sound of gifted guitarists strumming beatles songs in perfect peace,

You are the balance that calls forth the moon at night,

You are the mystery that causes the stars to shine,

You are the spirit that speaks to the creation and causes squirrels to dance with fervor,

And Jesus has you forever,

In the mystery of your glorious story,

Rejoice for you are baptized into the symphony of Beethoven’s  Ode to Joy,

And you will live forever!!

Wounded Soul

By: Woodrow Lucas

Wounded soul, writhing in the agony of awakening to your greatness,

Fear not!!

For you are healed,

A healed man has no idea that he is healed when he is on the operating table,

For he is asleep,

It is only when he awakes and feels the pain removed that he knows of his healing,

Wounded soul, awake to your greatness,

Awake to your beauty,

For your wounds have made you mighty!!

And with such might, the gates of darkness will not stand against you!!

Do you know?

By: Woodrow Lucas

Red haired woman with the brain injury feeling sorry for yourself in the window,

Wondering if there is any point to go on,

Do you know that someone else feels sorry for you too?

Do you know that God sheds tears for your condition?

Do you know that God does not enjoy your suffering?

When your children were young red haired woman?

When they were babes in the crib?

Did you enjoy listening to them cry at night after you fed them?

But did you always pick them up when they cried?

Or did you suffer with them because you knew it was best?

Curly haired man with the broken back in the hospital bed?

Feeling sorry for yourself in your agony,

Do you know that someone else feels sorry for you too?

Do you know that God sheds tears for your condition?

Because God does not want anyone to suffer?

And so if God is all powerful and she doesn’t want anyone to suffer?

Then why do we suffer?

Is suffering necessary?

Do you know why God allows suffering?

I am not quite sure myself,

But it seems to me that we learn something when we suffer,

Something that stays with us throughout our lives and into the beyond,

Red haired woman with the brain injury feeling as though all is lost,

Do you know that God is able and willing to heal you?

Curly haired man with the broken back,

Feeling as though all is lost,

Do you that by Jesus’ stripes you are healed,

Troubled priest about to commit suicide in New York City?

Do you know that a hero’s welcome awaits you for all the good you’ve done whether you commit suicide or not?

Brothers and sisters, do you know that in the horror and epiphany of this life only one constant flows always?

God loves us and will make sure that we make it to a place of peace,

Do you know in all of my life’s experience the only thing that I’m sure of?

God loves each and every one of us and will make sure that every single one of us makes it to a place of peace!!


Butterfly, Butterfly

By: Woodrow Lucas

Butterfly, butterfly in your cocoon,

Do you know what awaits you, not long now but soon,

Butterfly, butterfly shrouded in dark,

No light to send you singing and ringing like a lark,

No light to send you praising with shouts and loud noise,

To the God who made your beauty and the angels that maintain your poise,

Butterfly, butterfly feeling ugly and alone,

Do you know that very soon you’ll be singing a different tone?,

Butterfly, butterfly feeling trapped and ugly,

Are you aware of the beauty you will soon be?

Butterfly, butterfly I know you can’t know,

But trust me you can’t imagine the heights you will go,

Just wait on the Lord and let your wings get strong,

And you will see for yourself that I’m not wrong,

Butterfly, butterfly I know it’s hard now,

But pretty soon I’m gonna hear you say “Hallelujah! Wow!”

“For this was the purpose of that dark time I knew!”

“And now I fly with the whirlwind, just like you Jesus, Just like you!!”