Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Supper Reservations (John 6)

[Here's another older piece that you may find enjoyable. It's based upon a collection of notes from a sermon on John 6, which my pastor preached in the Fall of 2009. In this passage of scripture, Jesus has just miraculously fed over 5000 people, yet is faced with mass rejection because of the claims he makes about himself. The aim of these words is to contrast the worldviews of the Crowds, the Christ, the Disciples and the Reader. I hope you are blessed by them and are given a renewed appreciation for the glorious (to the point of offensive), Word of God.]

Am I here for bread?
It's kind of what you said,
Back by the lake if you recall, mister.
I must have missed your mastery of mystery pastry and scales!
(My pleasure!) On these scales, we'll measure your frail claims.

I really am hungry by the way...
Perhaps as we discourse,
a snack, pre-main course?
Just enough to keep me going!
(Heaven forbid your ministry slowing,
Over something so minor)
You want me as a loyal diner, right?
With devotion finer than even you could deserve!

Your awkward silence tells me you aren't going to serve...

Guess you weren't worth my time
I had my reservations,
Not in your revelation
You can keep your heavenly nation,
I was only here for salvation from my starvation

Everlasting bread!
He said I've been fasting when I should be feasting. 
Like the yeast, his kingdom's increasing, 
So fast I'm just not seeing!

He talks about his flesh and blood,
He talks of how he's meshed with God,
He looks to me as blessed and sought!
But my life's a mess, in case you forgot.

Conviction strikes like the cavalry's coming!
His summoning to Calvary is something he's already knowing!

They will mix him with bitter herbs,
Though this teacher spoke with the better words 

Throw the unleavened in the oven, after it's been flattened!
After three days this Christ is risen! 

Not like your stuffed-crust piety!
It's just 'cause you want a pie to eat, you're even talking to me!
While you are sitting, sniveling, 
You're forgetting you need delivering!

It's not just a one time delivery to save you from the Egyptians!
Are my words encrypted?
Or are your hearts decrepit?

Will you desert me too?
Before dessert is even served,
Will you choke on what you think you deserve?
This was never a joke,
Not these words I spoke!
This is my crescendo!
It's truth because I said so!

Master, to whom else could we go?
Fast or no fast, you have the words of life!
Though their offense cuts like a serrated knife!
Slice by slice, sometimes you aren't nice,
But we confess that you are right!

You water down nothing,
When my understanding's crumbling!
And I haven't yet seen you lifted on high!
It's hard to confess when my throat is dry...

My God save me from my treacherous cravings!
I need an extension on Grace Amazing
Even as my lips are talking,
My feet are pulled to begin walking

I am unknowing, my flesh unwilling!
I sometimes can't think past my stomach's filling
Yours was the blood, that is yours for the spilling

Christ, my flesh is unready for the walk and the fight
I rarely hunger for righteousness, like a true child of light
Have mercy and save me from my own apatite!


Jake Rivers

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