a poem by Dan EricksonOur friend and fellow missionary Dan Erickson wrote this poem for a missions conference early in 2017 and read it at Hatfield's missions conference this afternoon. We are sharing it with his permission. BlessingWe are goofy, unstylish, odd. Most of us. We drive the worst cars if we have cars. We wear what fits, we fit in, eventually, almost. We eat what is put in front of us, and find we relish it. We speak with accents and stutters. Sometimes we are not understood even in the places we were born. We are the weird redheaded cousins to our families, the black sheep, some of us, others the glowing saints, sometimes on the same day. They think we’re clumsy, muddy, tainted, pure, scrubbed, antiseptic. We are placed on pedestals or in the jumble closet, depending on the mood and fashion. But when there is an explosion we run into the smoke we run towards screaming while others run away. We compare scars sometimes matching stab wounds in our backs, some of us. Burns, scrapes, blisters, bruises in all the same places. We have beautiful feet though. That’s what the old prophet said. People who bring good news have lovely feet. So I bless your feet in Jesus Name. Every calloused toe, you explorers, you pioneers, you aliens, travelers with only one true home, I bless your feet. I bless your hands in Jesus Name. Your fingertips feel for the pulses of your worlds, finding, God willing, heads to touch, hands to squeeze, brothers and sisters to embrace. I bless your hands. I bless your lips in Jesus Name. You speak life, peace, healing. Fear is afraid of your voices because they are full of the Gospel, full of love. I bless your lips. I bless your hearts in Jesus Name.
They are overgrown, overflowing, they hurt for foreigners, refugees, children, for the least stylish, the least influential, the least. I bless your hearts. |
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Mike & Chandra Noviskie,
missionaries to South Africa CCF Missions is a ministry of Christian City Fellowship. |