Thursday, October 17, 2024

October 17th

"It was I who fed you in the wilderness, in the land of drought." Hosea 13:5

because you know us so well,
your food truck is stocked
with grace for those who
have been rejected by family,
with hope for all who drag
their weary souls behind them,
with justice for the ones
dumped by the side of the road
by all the platitude mouthing privileged,
with love which can ease the acid
taste of hate sitting in the pit
of everyone's stomach,
to those who walk the valleys of death,
you hand cups of life with a guarantee
of free refills through all time,
and somehow, for every single 
one of us, the bill seems 
to have mysteriously disappeared.

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

October 16th

"He said to them, 'Take nothing for your journey, no staff, nor bag, nor bread, nor money - not even an extra tunic.'" Luke 9:3

you pretty much traveled
lighter than light on your journey
but when we set out
to share the simple message
of God's love for everyone,
well,
we need one of those 
hotel luggage carts to hold
our books of polity,
all of our tomes of theology,
the files holding old sermons
as well as outdated ideas,
our notes from all those seminars
on church growth and how 
to create a magnetic church,
and you just shake your head
in amazement, walking on
with nothing but 
pockets full of grace.

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

Monday, October 07, 2024

October 7th

"The voice of the LORD causes the oaks to whirl,
    and strips the forest bare;
and in his temple all say, 'Glory!'”  Psalm 29:9

i have rested in old chairs
worn smooth by so many generations
and listened to their silent
prayers lodged in the memories
of the river stones in the walls,
and whispered, 'glory!'
i have taken my place in
decision-making church bodies
where the same discussion
keeps being tabled until
the very next meeting, and
muttered under my breath,
'good grief.'
i have sat on carpet squares
as little kids gathered around
to listen to a book being read
while their attention and hands
were distracted by the golden
retriever curled up on the floor
and sang to myself, 'thank you!'
  
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman 

Sunday, October 06, 2024

October 6th

“How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
   How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I bear pain in my soul,
   and have sorrow in my heart all day long?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?” Psalm 13:1-2

the people with the microphones
in their hands and cameras over
their shoulders want stories of resilience
while all many are trying to do
is find makeshift bandages for
their broken spirits.
Appalachia Strong, Boston Strong,
Manchester Strong all sound wonderful
in memes, on media, in songs, but
where is the sign which says,
‘shattered into tiny pieces and we
can’t even make a mosaic of hope.’
the pushers of platitudes talk about
‘we are at our best when the worst happens’
or
‘folks will rise like phoenixes from
this terrible moment,’
but they are not the ones
standing in ashes up to their hearts.
why is it, that in the most
excruciating grief for so many
the world (even those of faith)
seems to send the message
‘no laments allowed.'

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

Saturday, October 05, 2024

October 5th

 "O God, you are my God, I seek you,
          my soul thirsts for you;
     my flesh faints for you,
          as in a dry and weary land 
    where there is no water." Psalm 63:1

the loneliness which seeps
into us even in the most 
crowded of places seems
like our most faithful friend.
the barrenness of humanity
seems to make our world unable 
to produce any sort of crops
of goodness or of peace, 
of generosity or even simple grace.
the springs of hope which once
quenched our parched souls 
now seem to be only a trickle 
as if the pipes have been 
clogged by fear.
yet, 
and yet,
we will not give up, trusting
that as always, we will find you
in the most unexpected places
and the least likely people.

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman 

Friday, October 04, 2024

October 4th

"Then he looked up at his disciples and said: 'Blessed are you '" Luke 6:20a

blessed are those who climb power poles
to run new lines to valleys and up hillsides
and those who haul generators on pack
mules up the water cratered mountains.
blessed are the ones who resist the urge
to ship boxes of things no one really needs
as well as those who make as many donations
as possible to those with boots on the ground.
blessed are stores which put out furniture
for the asking to those who have lost everything
and strangers who pile up the debris and haul
it away before anyone can catch their names.
blessed are . . . 

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman


Tuesday, October 01, 2024

October 1st

"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18

roads may be impassable
but God is still making a way
for the helpers to travel.
bridges may be washed away
but God is sending the engineers
with the equipment to build 
temporary crossings.
people may be stuck 
up on the sides of mountains
or down in isolated valleys
but God is using old-fashioned
pack mules and modern drones
to bring medicine, food, water.
cell towers may be out 
but God is still listening to you
and to all those offering prayers.
people may feel cut off 
from neighbors and friends
but God is stuck to them
like velcro.

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman