A poem I wrote at the beach last year.
Jesus isn’t the one who’s upside down. We are.
There are no ordinary people.
This human project, launched in Genesis 1, is still wired into our DNA today.
This is the story we were made for.
Jump into a time machine and start traveling backwards, and you’ll never arrive at a time when relationship was not.
Only the humble will find happiness. Only the servants are significant. Only the losers win.
In the end, every trial is compensated, every wrong is corrected, and everything we’ve ever lost is returned to us.