"From Your Loving Brother in Christ"

In today's society, woman are completely torn down, chewed up, and spit out by society. I wanted to take the time to write a poem to encourage females, and let them know that there are guys that care for and love them, and to ultimately show them that they are loved by God.


From Your Loving Brother in Christ

To all my sisters, all the ladies out there,

There are a few things which I would like to make clear.

First, I want to offer an apology.

I apologize for all the lies we guys have told you

For all the tears we’ve made you cry that hurt you

Now, I realize that I cannot offer an excuse for your uncle’s abuse

Or an explanation for your father’s alienation of you and your family

But, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the way society has reduced you into objects to be used.

How we guys treat you as trophies to be won

Rather than as treasures to be cherished and loved

We have made you into the objects of our lustful conquests

So we could have stories for our next locker room jests

We make jokes about our one night stands

Until the number of hearts we’ve shattered stands too high to be counted on two hands

We hand out heartache like its candy

Ignoring your pain like it’s all fine and dandy

But we have been wrong.

All along, We. Have. Been. Wrong.

It breaks my heart to know that we have broken yours.

I’m sorry.  

Now for the second point of attention

I recently read a statistic that states that only 4% of girls in the world would call themselves beautiful

My question is: What have we done to make the rest of you feel so unloved?

To the 96% of you who don’t feel “pretty enough”

Any guy who can’t look past your exterior to the beauty of your heart is not worth your love

Because hear me when I say, You. Are. Beautiful.

You are worthy to be loved.

You were created in God’s perfect image above.

So please, never let any guy tell you that you aren’t pretty enough.

All of these images of models you see in the magazines and TV screens

Please. They are not the standard of what beauty means.

For beauty will never be measured by how easily you fit into your jeans

Don’t buy the lie that you have to be thinner

Sticking your fingers down your throat is never the answer

If you measure yourself by society, you will never live up

For society’s priorities can never be reached

Wearing a size 2 will never bring you as much peace as you think

God made you perfect, He makes no mistakes

True beauty is found when you rest in His love, goodness, and grace.

Now let’s move on to the next point of interest

Don’t simply settle for the first guy to express his interest

There are plenty of Christian boys, but few godly men

Trust God. He’ll provide. For He knows when

When you’ll meet that man, when you will marry

He knows how many kids in your stomach you’ll carry

Please never stop pushing us guys to be better men

Whether your brother, your lover, or simply your friend

Ladies, never stop seeking Christ

He is all you need, and if you seek, you’ll find

Finding extravagant beauty and undeniable love

All wrapped up in your Father above

Loving you, pursuing you, and NEVER failing you

I beg you ladies to love God more than you love us men

For only on the ground of his love can a relationship stand

Now, for a quick review of all I have told you.

1. I’m sorry for the way we guys have treated you. We have been wrong.

2. God made you beautiful. Don’t let any guy tell you otherwise, for true beauty comes from God.

3. Never stop seeking God, for He is all you need. More than you need any guy, you need God. As much as any guy could love you, God loves you infinitely more.

So these are my words to all you ladies out there

I hope I was able to make a few things clear

From your loving brother in Christ.

"A Glorious Intervention"

This is essentially my testimony in a poem. I hope you enjoy. 

"A Glorious Intervention"

I cannot turn around;

I cannot look back,

Not after where I’ve been.

My feet pound the pavement

Paving a path away from all that I’ve known, 

Knowing that each step takes me farther from what was once home.

I started so innocently, 

Accidentally stumbling,

Fumbling down roads that just left me wondering:

What happened to peace? 

What happened to home?

At the end of my stumbling, I found myself standing

In the middle of the dark forest. Alone. 

At first I was terrified, staring so wide-eyed

At a deep sinister darkness, of which I was inside.

I cried out in pure terror,

Terrorized by the thought of the error which led me here.

But my cries went unheard.

My screams echoed into nothingness.

So I finally resigned to signing myself over to this new life

Or should I say… death. 

Eventually I ceased seeking an escape

And instead immersed myself in the darkness,

Darkening my soul by embracing it whole-heartedly.

I became numb to emotion,

My every devotion fully given to wicked ambition.

I traded love for hate,

Peace for war,

Of this evil I only wanted more.

Warring against myself and always losing this fight

But somehow still in love with this “life.”

I rationalized wrong ‘til I thought it was right,

Adoring the darkness and despising the light,

Running from day and hiding in night.

And then things changed on the darkest of nights.

I saw a speck of light, no more than a glimmer

Shimmering in the distance but it seemed to grow thinner.

Still, I was strangely compelled and fatally attracted,

Distracted by its wonder so on impulse I acted.

I leapt from my chains and loosed all my bonds.

I chased this faint speck over rivers, through ponds.

I was irresistibly and inexplicably drawn to this mystery,

And after it I chased relentlessly wherever it wanted to lead me

So I ran and I ran, pushing myself farther

‘Til my legs turned to jelly, and my heart, it beat harder.

Farther and farther, I was losing my breath.

I was ready to collapse with my every next step.

Finally the light slowed and I made up some ground,

Unaware, unprepared for what was to be found.

At first I questioned why here the light led me,

All I saw was a hill, and on it, a tree.

Then the light led me closer, and then I could see

Something strange about this tree, this tree seemed to bleed.

Being the curious cat that I am

I walked a bit closer and stretched out my hand.

I touched just a drop, small drop of the blood

And touched to my lips,

Yes, I tasted the blood.

And instantaneously fell to my knees and eyes started to flood,

I flooded the ground with the tears of my pain.

Paining myself with the thoughts of my shame.

For when I tasted the taste my eyes opened to see

The wicked, detestable, despicable me.

For then I saw the reality of my own existence,

Existing for self at my own insistence.

But as my tears saturated the ground below my feet

I witnessed a phenomenon I’d never before seen.

The speck of light grew to a fury of flames,

Flaming and bright with a wondrous blaze.

Then like shot from a cannon the light chased the dark.

And the darkness it fled. The light beat the dark.

Now I’m delivered from my past.

I’m delivered from shame.

I’m delivered from darkness.

I’m delivered from blame.

I’m free from my guilt. 

I’m free from my chains. 

I’m free from my death.

The light gave me life, and now I’m changed.

I’ve lived in the darkness. I’ve felt its great pain.

I won’t ever go back. Not ever again. 

The light cast out the darkness.

The victory is won.

Now I’ll live in the light.

The light of the sun.

The Greatest Gift a Father Could Give

"What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent; or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask for him!" - Luke 11:11-13


Unless you just so happen to live under a rock or in the corner of a remote jungle in some small South American country, chances are that you know that today is Father's Day. I would like to thank all the fathers out there for their service first to God, and second to their families. I would like to start this post with a few words about my own father.

Never before have I met a man that could compare to my father. The strength and godliness that he has shown me, even in the midst of his own life struggles, amaze me more each time I am reminded of them. For a man that has been on the verge of death several times, the way in which he has continued to rely on God encourages me more than he could ever know. The love that he has shown me and the sacrifices he has made for me have helped shape me into the man that I have become and am still becoming. I will never forget the days in the backyard as he taught me how to play catch, the times I would run up to him to greet him as he got home from a long day at work, or how we never failed to make it to the Washington Nationals opening day baseball games. I could go on and on, but I think it would suffice to say that I love my father, and he has also become one of my best friends. I admire his godliness, and hope to one day become half the man of God that he is.

As much as I love my father, I do realize that he is not perfect. But thankfully, I have another Father who is. God, in His great love and mercy, chose to make me His son, even while I was yet a sinner. When I was most undeserving of His love, He was most merciful. As Luke 11:11-13 points out, even sinful, earthly fathers know how to properly treat their children and give them good gifts. If sinful fathers are able to do so, of course our faultless heavenly Father knows how to treat us even better. But these verses do not say that God will give us "good gifts," but rather that He would give us the Holy Spirit. This implies that the Holy Spirit is a much more valuable gift than anything that our earthly fathers could ever offer us.

It is far too easy to question God about the way He parents His children. I tend to find myself thinking that God is not giving me the "gifts" that I think that I deserve or that would benefit me most. But I forget that He has already given me the greatest gift that I could ask for: the Holy Spirit. It is so foolish of me to think that my narrow-minded plan could be greater than the plan of my Father, the plan that He has had since before He created the universe. Ultimately, His plan will not bring about the easiest life for me, but it will bring Him glory and be for my good.

Just as I trust that my earthly father will do all that he can to provide for me and make sure that I have the best life possible, I must continually learn and trust that my almighty heavenly Father has my best in mind. His plan goes so far beyond my human comprehension, but my Father has given me His Holy Spirit to comfort me and guide me along this journey called life. This is the greatest gift a Father could give.

Happy Father's Day!

"Grace That is Greater Than All My Sin"

"But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ-- by grace you have been saved-- and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. FOR BY GRACE YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED THROUGH FAITH. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast." - Ephesians 2:4-9 (ESV)


I remember many many times as a child when I did wrong. Each and every time that I did so, I was deserving of punishment. I knew the drill in our house. I would walk to my room, lay on my bed, and wait for my father to come to my room to spank me. The wait was always the worst part. I would sit there and wonder what barbaric weapon my father would choose: the wooden spoon, the hard plastic spoon, the belt, the hand, or any assortment of other things around the house. I learned to never, and I mean NEVER, bring home paddle balls. As soon as the ball and string broke, the paddle became my father's new favorite spanking instrument. Nothing like transforming a child's tool of jubilation into an object of discipline.

My father would come into the room, and I would cringe in nervous anticipation of what was to follow. But there were times when he would come in, and instead of a spanking, I would receive a hug. He always brought with him love, but those times, he left behind justice, and brought with him grace. Instead of receiving the punishment I deserved, my father would wrap me in his arms and show me love and grace.


Recently, the topic of God's grace has been on my mind quite a bit. It seems as if every time I turn around I see another reminder of his amazing grace, whether it be through social media, a well-timed song, or Scripture. Yet no matter how many times I hear about this grace, I never cease to be amazed by the wonder of it. How a perfect and holy God can look at a wretched sinner such as myself, and call me "son" is far beyond my comprehension. As A. W. Tozer said, "The cross is the lightning rod of grace that short-circuits God's wrath to Christ so that only the light of His love remains for believers." When I was at my absolute lowest, unable to even look up at the Savior, Christ not only looked down, but came down to show me love and grace.

What started this recent focus on grace was a poem that I wrote. In the past, I have found poetry to be a wonderful outlet for my emotions and a way to express myself, but with the stress of college, I went six months without writing any. Then, one day, I started to write, and words just flowed easily from my mind. This poem that came from that writing is entitled "Sitting on this Pier."

Sitting on this Pier
Sitting on this pier, I see
The sea
Reaching endlessly in front of me
Stretching desperately for that with appears just out of reach
It swallows me and devours pride
For who can tame its raging tide?

But then, I see a tragic sight
Of one caught in a hopeless plight
Fighting for the object of its affection
Enduring through countless rejections

You see
The waves seek the sand in a countless endeavor
Rejected always and accepted never
Yet never do these waves relent
But on these attempts their passion is spent
The waves kiss the shore at their every chance
But their chance of success is denied with every advance

Yet now
I no longer see the sea but rather a picture of me
Battling grace, who I once counted as my enemy
Let me begin with the fact that I was a sinner plagued by sin
But grace, when I was in the pit,
At my lowest,
Lowered Himself with the heart of a servant
He showered upon me joy, hope, and love
But I loved sin. Of grace, I wanted none.

And yet,
Just like the waves
Grace came and He came
But I pushed Him away and I pushed Him away
But still, He came, my soul to save.
And so, when finally into grace I caved
New life He gave, and me, I'm changed.

Sitting on this pier, I see
Not the sea,
But the loving relationship of grace and me,
Extending endlessly and beautifully into eternity.


As the old hymn so beautifully states,
"Grace, grace, God's grace,
 Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
 Grace, grace, God's grace,
 Grace that is greater than all our sin."