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Just A Nobody

Unlovable human … to most …
Not a beauty to behold;
No silver spoon nor gold
No titles … no positions …
Despite humble or lofty ambitions;
No successes to applaud,
Only a life that’s flawed;

Friends are few
Family is too;
Single grandmother
Past prime;
Universal crime:
Undatable, unwedable;
Profoundly invisible ole soul;
Just junk—a throwaway,
Undesirable, unfashionable castaway;

Worthless nobody … to most …
Female preacher, a lie;
Teacher, might fly,
Prophet, that ceased,
With apostles in Middle East,
Centuries ago … you know …
That’s why God only calls men
Too powerless to
Parrot Savior’s works,
Just shepherding for perks?

This nobody isn’t outwardly 
Stunning but inwardly
Striking, ageless, priceless;
God created, God loved, God called,
Anointed, gifted, promoted,
For this season, this hour;
Sent with Christ’s witnessing power,
To reach souls hungering
To see, to know
To love, to grow
In Spirit and in Truth;
Glorifying Father and Son
‘Til earthly life’s done;

~ May 2014


Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
   you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
   Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
   I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
   you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
   how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
   all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
   before I’d even lived one day. ~ Psalm 139:13-16, MSG

The God who made the world and everything in it, this Master of sky and land, doesn’t live in custom-made shrines or need the human race to run errands for him, as if he couldn’t take care of himself. He makes the creatures; the creatures don’t make him. Starting from scratch, he made the entire human race and made the earth hospitable, with plenty of time and space for living so we could seek after God, and not just grope around in the dark but actually find him. He doesn’t play hide-and-seek with us. He’s not remote; he’s near. We live and move in him, can’t get away from him! One of your poets said it well: ‘We’re the God-created.’ Well, if we are the God-created, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to think we could hire a sculptor to chisel a god out of stone for us, does it? ~ Acts 17:24-29, MSG