This broken-down and beat-up old garage is a metaphor for my life.  My own brokenness was visited by God’s grace so many times that I’ve lost count.  But I’m getting better.  And still the garage, the car and myself are in need of repair.

These various thoughts mostly came from many hours of communion with God in my garage

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When my last breath
was my last breath,
there was a millisecond of vastness
when I remembered my first breath.
And
dimmed the in between.
O’ Glory to God
The First and the Last.
The Alpha and the Omega.
The wonders of birth and death
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A lot of tools hang on the walls
of my garage.
A friend once asked if I had used
all those tools.
“Some more than once,” I replied.
God asked me if I had used all the
tools he had given me.
“Some more than once,” I replied.
It looked like he frowned,
but I think he was smiling.
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Turning his back on God,
we watched in awe
trusting that someday
we
would be preparing
a
Wondrous Homecoming.
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“Why do you think God is so good,” he asked.
“Why do you think he isn’t,” I replied.
A
hot cup of soup,
a good book
And
A bowl of fine tobacco
on a cold day
would go a long way in answering that mystery.
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Fresh cooked bacon
wrapped in foil.
God’s arms wrapped
around you.
One warms the flesh,
the other the soul.
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Lord, I dreamt that I saw you open
Your register.
And
my name had been erased
Then I awoke.
Startled.
Wondering.
Has it?
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Walking on water is like
Drowning in God.
It
changes you.
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Grace is another child
that
God gave me to enjoy.
If I father her wisely,
she
will never leave me.
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My friend is plagued
by his misdeeds
He doesn’t know what to do.
I mention God
and
he cringes
I told him to move out of
the house he is living in.
He looked bewildered
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They sat in the pews
sipping coffee from paper cups,
taking in the words
from the pulpit.
They reminded me of
oarsmen propelling a
great ship to
somewhere special.