"Instructions Pending." Kickoff Blog

Hey everyone,

After having started a discussion with Steve Camp over at his blog about Mark Driscoll's birth control sermon, I've decided to try my hand at blogging. It's not going to be anything special, I assure you. Still... I figured I would start off by posting a poem that I wrote a while ago, both because this blog is named after that poem and because I'm a college student with another blog and a message board that already take up my time. Copying and pasting an old poem just makes for a nice, easy, and quick kickoff post.

Hope you enjoy.
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INSTRUCTIONS PENDING.

…and if you stay, I will lay my life down.
No, I mean it—please get off the overpass.
And if you’ll just believe, we’ll make it last.
But today, the blacksmith left a twisted frown.

Here it is, we’re all suspicion and empty deceit.
This heart always struggles in its’ own unbelief.
And if we read our own instructions, they would read:
“Wash. Rinse. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Repeat…”

…can you feel the weight of something beautiful?
It’s like the room, it fills ‘till we are on our faces.
And here with my hands out, I think I understand.
This moment now is beautiful, it’s beautiful.

Jesus speaks and says He hates what we’ve become,
And points to the nail wounds in His hands and whispers
“I have come that they might have life,” and then I run.
Freedom always begins with my surrender.

…and if you stay, I will lay my life down.
No, I mean it—please get off the overpass.
And if you’ll just believe, we’ll make it last.
And then they twisted thorns into a crown.

-SeanRice.