Tongues

Hi everyone,
 
This poem was inspired by the story of Pentecost, the day that the disciples received the Holy Spirit and “began to speak in other tongues” (NIV Acts 2:4), which means that everyone knew what they were saying, no matter what language they spoke. Peter used this opportunity to share the Gospel with the crowd that had gathered when they heard the rushing sound of the Holy Spirit’s arrival (“like the blowing of a violent wind” NIV Acts 2:1). The full story of Pentecost is in Acts chapter 2.
 
Like the disciples speaking in tongues, we all have ways we can “speak” the Gospel across language and cultural barriers. All we have to do is live in love.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“Tongues”
 
speak in tongues today, 
so everyone understands you.
speak loudly, 
so others turn to look.
speak with passion, 
so your message is clear.
speak wisely, 
so your words bear good fruit.
speak often,
so you’re never out of practice.
 
          speak, but do not say any words.
          speak in tongues today:
                              love someone.

 
 
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Seed

Hi everyone,
 
This is a poem inspired by Jesus’ teaching to his disciples that even a little faith can do great things. Matthew 17:20 (NIV) says, “…I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
 
It’s easy to feel like we don’t have enough faith to face trials or even believe in something, but Jesus tells us that we don’t need much faith to do what seems impossible. Maybe he used the metaphor of the seed because seeds change and grow, and so does our faith and understanding.
 
God bless!
–Morgan
 

“Seed”
 
i am a
     seed of faith.
i am small
    and get blown in the wind.
i am hard to pick up
     and easy to drop,
but i am here
     and i am strong.
i am not strong because
     i am big
but because in my core
    is a Spirit
who nurtures and grows
     and makes me more
          through its power.
 
i am a seed
     of faith
          and i have been planted.
through summer storms
     and winter cold
          i hold on.
i spread and i change,
     i break free
         of the surface
into the air.
     my roots, branches, leaves
reach
      out.
 
we were not meant
     to stay seeds forever.
the joy of a seed
     is that it grows.

 
 
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