Souls are Dancing this All Hallows Eve

By: Woodrow Lucas

Troy sat in his apartment, praying for the safety of his children as they travelled their respective geographies in search of fun and mischief.  “Halloween” he said.  “Halloween? I suppose it’s an alright Holiday.  It has lots of fun and laughter, lots of happiness, but too much celebration of the dark side of things.  Most people don’t really understand the darkness and how real it can be for some.  So they celebrate it in ignorance.  And well?  Who can blame them.  Celebration is celebration, that’s what I say!”  Troy felt a mixture of sadness and nostalgia.  “Yes, Halloween is a very nice Holiday.  But it wasn’t always Halloween.  Some time ago it was ‘All Hallows Eve,’ the Eve of All Saints Day.  It was a day to celebrate the glory of those who have gone before us.  Just imagine, all those souls who left their mark on this world; some with a bang, some with a whisper, but all leaving an imprint that they had been here.  I mean granddaddy Bill was up there, Grandma Agnes, Grandma Clementine, Grandma Thelma, Granddaddy Woodrow, Granddaddy Wren.  I mean CS Lewis is up there!! I mean Jesus is up there!! I mean Langston Hughes is up there!! I mean liberated slaves who knew secrets that would make your head spin, they’re up there!! I mean Gandhi is up there!! I mean Martin is up there! I mean Malcolm is up there! I mean Leonardo Da Vinci is up there!! I mean Black Elk is up There!! I mean Marie Curie is up there! I mean Mary Magdalene is up there! I mean Susan B. Anthony is up there!! There all up there.”  And as Troy began to imagine, his eyes got wide, and he felt a music forming in his imagination…..

Sometimes this life beats down, from sounds we’ve made and weren’t quit able to form,

Sometimes this life beats down, from times we wish we still possessed.

Sometimes this life beats down, from things we wished we’d never done,

But other times, we see these beats,

Like living music In the air,

We see the angels with their trumpets of brass,

And we know that we’ve come to heaven on earth at last,

And that the worst of our journey has passed.

Sometimes this life beats down, from waiting for our breakthrough to come,

But other times, we see them dancing,

The souls that have gone before us,

The souls that understand the key to eternal life,

And the souls that understand the feeling of darkness that this life sometimes shows us,

Sometimes in life we feel as though there just is not enough reprieve,

But other times we see the souls dancing, dancing this All Hallows Eve,

Sometimes in life the blessings flow and it seems like life is a daydream come true,

Other times, it feels as though the entire world has a thing against you,

But there are souls who know this road,

Have walked it times and times again,

These souls are dancing in the mirth,

These souls are whispering, “you’ll win”

For these souls know a secret to many down here,

That in the end and truth be known there is nothing to fear,

For we are all safe in the hands of Christ dear,

And he will guide us all in safety.

Sometimes in life we feel as though there just is not enough reprieve,

But other times we see souls dancing, dancing this All Hallows Eve.

Soon we’ll know the mystery,

That Jesus wants us all to see,

That in the end, there is no death, just endless music and dancing.

And this All Hallows Eve I could scare you true I could,

But I’d rather tell you something good,

Jesus has you in his hand,

And he will make sure you make it,

To that bright shining dance floor in the sky,

Where souls know how to shake it!!

Ride or Die

By: Woodrow Lucas

Jerome was in love.  She was all he thought about.  The way she always knew what to say and when to say it, it intoxicated him.  He wanted her day and night.  At work, he longed to be able to call her and tell her how much he loved her.  She was the best thing to happen to him since his ex-wife.  And his ex-wife was one of the best women that he had ever encountered.  Vivian filled Jerome with a love for every living creature.  He knew that she was a gift from God that he could not deny.

And so he sat with a resigned sadness, as he prepared to embark upon the assignment that God had given him.  “Vivian,” he wrote in his gmail messenger “I love you so much, but we have to part ways.  Vivian your heart is golden and all you do is think of ways to bless others.  And your faith is like nothing I have ever seen before.  But Vivian we have had so many conversations.  And still you are unflinching.  If we go any further, we run the risk of really hurting each other.  Vivian, God judges the hearts of people, more so than their beliefs, and I believe that we all have beautiful hearts so God judges us all as beautiful.  And Vivian, you have one of the most beautiful hearts that I have ever felt.

But girl?  You believe in eternal hell, and I know that seems like a small thing, but it isn’t a small thing to me.  Girl, there are so many hurting people in this world who need something to believe in.  And they refuse to check their brains at the door and embrace a schizophrenic truth and a schizophrenic God who says that he loves us on the one hand, but that he is going to put most of us in an eternal state of torment because we fall short of some abstract standard of perfection that we can barely understand.  Vivian, I know to you, that this is no big deal.  That you and I differing on this point of contention is a very minor issue.  But Vivian, I am a man on a mission.  People need to see the true God girl.  People need to know that they are safe with Jesus whether they believe or not.  People need to know that Jesus loves them and will protect them whether they believe or not.  They need to know that belief in Jesus is an adventure for the chosen, but that God has a place for atheists too.  Vivian, people have got to know how much God loves them.  And I am chosen to tell them.  So as much as I love you.  As much as you warm my heart. As much as you delight me in every way, I have got to let you go.  Because I need a woman who can help me build this thing.  I need a woman who is ride or die! I will always love you Vivian.  But somewhere there is a woman.  Somewhere there is a woman out there who empowers me to heal people of Cancer.  Somewhere there is a woman who is unafraid to be on the fringes.  Somewhere there is a woman who is ride or die!!  And trust me Vivian, when I find her the earth will quake.  You can trust in that, when I find her, the whirlwind will come!!!  Vivian, I will pray that you find a man who is worthy of you, which is a tall order, but God can do it.  You are so wonderful Vivian, but this thing must happen.  People must stop being asked to choose between head and heart, because God gave us them both and both of them are for our benefit.  Pray for me Vivian.  Pray for me and I will pray for you!! Love Always,  Jerome!!”

Jerome, breathed a big sigh.  He pressed send.  And he embraced his destiny…


The Wraith

By: Woodrow Lucas

From the depths of our deepest fears, rises the wraith that haunts us.

Until we say to the wraith,” I understand you, for you are hear to teach me of my courage.  Thank you for your service”

At that moment the wraith disappears, and we are free to live in the bliss of grateful reckoning forever more.

I Am Unhappy

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

I am unhappy,

But I have been happy,

So I will be happy,

For once God grants one happiness,

She is more prone to grant it again,

For it is his desire that I be happy,


I am unhappy,

But I have been happy,

So I will be happy,

For God want’s me happy,

And happiness follows me,

We are here to learn, not necessarily always to be happy,

But God wants us happy,

So shall we be happy,

For God’s will is always done, eventually.