The power of words

I have been working through the power of two ordinary words–insubstantial and last.

Sometimes the forms we use to write can seem arbitrary or essential–poetry might be either feint or love song, prose the empassioned plea or the ordinary transmission of thought.

So to have two words with such strong ties to poetry and be stuck in prose seems remedial.

Remedial.  Another place to dwell in the in-between.

Last is powerful.

Last supper

Lasting love

It is either the end or the enduring.

While insubstantial could be a sum of cash, a minor wound, a flimsy shelter in the wind.

Or it could be the kite by which we see the strength of wind.

The papery thin construction of human meaning.

The space of a commercial on tv.

I will still abide with these two words, still puzzle over their highest use.

Prose until I can adequately distill ordinary nourishers into

…strong drink.


The Kingdom

Mark 9:1 (NIV)
And he said to them, “I tell you the truth, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the kingdom of God come with power.”

The Bible is a crazy story. I am not sure I would trust anyone who wasn’t willing to admit that.

But then I think history is a crazy story. Herodotus? Stalin? A kamikaze wind thwarting Genghis Khan? Give me a break!

I seems to me that Jesus (who is Truth) says some stuff that might have been a little confusing.

It also seems like he says stuff that is hard to hear.

This one seems confusing. Huh? Taste death? Kingdom of God?

But then when you think about what he is saying it is…oh! Of course!

He is the King. They are looking at the kingdom.

Look at the King.
Don’t miss the kingdom.