In college I took a class
where we discussed
conspiracy theories
in history.
Some I’d heard of
as conspiracies before;
others I never suspected.
Lincoln’s assassination,
Pearl Harbor, and of course,
The problem with conspiracies
is that it requires silence
from people who know something.
How many people do you know
who can keep a secret?
A really, juicy one?
How many people
successfully avoid gossip?
How many times do we
successfully resist,
“Hey, did you hear about…”
The more we know,
the more we tell.
It’s who we are.

And yet.

There is one who knows
deeper, darker, juicier
secrets than any
sunglassed, dark-suited
conspiracy ever dreamed of.

Love covers a
of sins.





There are many images––
biblical ones, even––
of what it’s like
to do and be
it looks like,
what it involves,
how many times to do it
(we debate about if it’s
seventy-seven or
times two
through four
are a walk in the park),
how it feels.
For me,
like relief,
like exhaling
after holding my
breath for too long
without knowing I was.



True Happiness (Psalm 32)


In the darkness of my sin
I confessed, came to the light;
My brittle bones bent beneath
Your hand of holy might

Let the sinner pray to You,
And the rising flood escape;
Judgment’s waters cannot reach
The one who lives by faith

My joy is Your forgiveness
My happiness, Your peace
How glad I am that You don’t count
All my sins against me!

Lord, You are my hiding place
The devil’s arm is too short:
The shouts of Your salvation
Drown out the Accuser’s hurts

The wicked are beset by pains
Their end is ruin and shame
But faithful love surrounds the one
Who trusts alone in Jesus’ name

My joy is Your forgiveness
My happiness, Your peace
How glad I am that You don’t count
All my sins against me!


Clean Faces

The sorrows of those who take another god
for themselves will multiply;
I will not pour out their drink offerings of blood,
and I will not speak their names with my lips (Psalm 16:4 HCSB).

I will remove the blood from their mouths
and the detestable things from between their teeth.
Then they too will become a remnant for our God;
they will become like a clan in Judah,
and Ekron like the Jebusites (Zechariah 9:7 HCSB).

For David in Psalm 16, one aspect of his devotion to Yahweh was his abstinence from pagan offerings and from calling to them in prayer. David is satisfied with the LORD’s allotment of his inheritance (“the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places”), which for him was part of the tribal portion of Judah.

The Zechariah text is an interesting parallel to Psalm 16. “Their” refers to the Philistines, upon whom God is pronouncing judgment. The cities of verses 5-6 are Philistine cities, and verse 6 ends by explicitly stating the judgment against that race:

Ashkelon will see it [the judgment of Tyre] and be afraid;
Gaza, too, and will writhe in great pain,
as will Ekron, for her hope will fail.
There will cease to be a king in Gaza,
and Ashkelon will see it and be afraid.
A mongrel people will live in Ashdod,
and I will destroy the pride of the Philistines (Zechariah 9:5-6 HCSB).

The miracle of grace is that verse 7 follows these verses. The blood that is removed from the mouths of the Philistines is the blood David refused to offer in his devotion. The Philistines are already defiled, and yet God removes their defilement from them. He takes away the unclean meat in their teeth. He undoes all that they have done to defile themselves, and grants them even greater grace on top of that: He makes them “like a clan in Judah.”

Defiled Philistines become part of God’s people by the sheer grace of forgiving, transforming grace.

Jesus Christ still saves sinners by forgiving, transforming grace and makes us part of His people. Hallelujah!

Forget (Russell)

(Micah 7:19, Zechariah 13:1-2)

At east He stands, throws sins beyond the west;

Iniquity’s fierce conqueror is He.
Around its neck He ties a millstone fast
And shoves it in the sea.

The waves of His forgetful sea have yet
To splash and soak my guilty memory;
Forgiving, gracious tides gladly forget
What I cannot unsee.

A fountain He will open on that Day
To splash and soak my guilty memory;
Then, not even the evil names will stay
And holy I will be.


Fig Leaf Couture

Whoever lives with integrity fears Yahweh,
but the one who is devious in his ways despises Him. Proverbs 14:2 HCSB

One of the ways we play with my daughter is to “hide! hide! hide!” with her under a blanket, while the other one of us “sneaks up” on who is “hiding.” The absurdity of hiding under a blanket is the precise grounds of its cuteness (especially since the blanket can’t suppress the giggles underneath).

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