A Man

A man should strive for peace
Yet be a violent as wild fire towards injustice.
He should be gentle like a lamb,
Yet bold as lions!
He should deafen his ears to foolishness,
Seek wisdom, and speak with discernment.
A man should treat all life with respect,
But take it from evil with a fury.
He should strive for love,
And run from judgment for it isn’t his,
It belongs to the law which is above him.
A man must choose his side,
Must choose his creed,
And live his life – bound by no one
But God and his conscience.

December Days Under The Trees

When you get down to it,
Life is two friends
Sitting by a river on a cold day
Reading the words of dead men
And basking in the glory.


There are times
When your body shakes
From the pulsing blood,
From the conscious thought,
That this is your life.
There is nothing you can do
but shake – mouth open wide
sit and shake and breathe
and be filled with awe,

Under the leafless trees,

Under the setting sun.


I admire the tree in silence.
The way it clings to the rock
And works its way down into the river
Down into the earth.
I think about the knowledge of man.
All the things that men have told me
about the tree – about botany or biology.
They have said this
They have said that
Words whispered into the air and gone in time.
Knowledge is worthless in comparison to beauty
This tree is magnificent
And that is enough for me.

What Does It Mean To Be Human?

A philosophical talk given at the Mayo Clinic by Ravi Zacharias. I highly recommend you watch it. If you dont have time now come back later.

Courtesy of The Veritas Forum

The Prophet and The Wilderness

I watch the people as they pass by my island
Not one stops to look out on the water,
Not one puts even a foot in,
And that’s all fine and well,
But I wonder quite distantly,
What meaning do they find in life?


When I am alone in the woods,
I am not alone,
I think of the caves
And canyons and rivers
That Elijah sat in,
Just him and God,
Talking back and forth.
What kind of friendship
Did they form
In those desolate hours
That made God sweep him
Off the face of the earth
In a chariot of wind and fire.


A man loses his family in a high speed accident,
No tragedy here.
A woman gets raped in a brothel,
No tragedy here.
A baby has scissors shoved into its skull by a doctor,
No tragedy here.

Science declares,
It’s just matter in motion.

The College Library

I sit
Amongst the tomes of western civilization
Great works of literature and thought.
I sit
And I look around
In awe of the audacity.
Upon the walls
Atop the shelves
Sculptures and paintings
Done by people my age
With little care
And feigned passion.
The narcissistic excrement
Of today’s pretentious,
Vision-less youth.

To The Wonder

You shall love whether you like it or not. Emotions, they come and go like clouds. Love is not only a feeling; you show love. To love is to run the risk of failure, the risk of betrayal. You fear your love has died; perhaps it is waiting to be transformed into something higher. Awaken the divine presence which sleeps in each man, each woman. Know each other in that love that never changes.

Terrence Malick is quite possibly one of the greatest film makers in the history of the medium. His films are pure philosophical poetry.

To say I am excited to see this film would be an understatement

If I Were The Devil

I would gain control of the most powerful nation in the world;

I would delude their minds into thinking that they had come from man’s
effort, instead of God’s blessings;

I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of
the other way around;

I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their state revenue;

I would convince people that character is not an issue when it comes to

I would make it legal to take the life of unborn babies;

I would make it socially acceptable to take one’s own life, and invent
machines to make it convenient;

I would cheapen human life as much as possible so that life of animals are
valued more than human beings;

I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of His name was
grounds for a lawsuit;

I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, and I
would get sports heroes to advertise them;

I would get control of the media, so that every night I could pollute the
minds of every family member for my agenda;

I would attack the family, the backbone of any nation. I would make
divorce acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so
does the nation;

I would compel people to express their most depraved fantasies on canvas and
movies screens, and I would call it art;

I would convince the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their
lifestyles should be accepted and marveled;

I would convince the people that right and wrong are determined by a few who
call themselves authorities and refer to their agendas as politically

I would persuade people that the church is irrelevant and out of date, the
Bible is for the naive:

I would dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is
not important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional;


Paul Harvey – 1965

Parking Lot Philosophy

Parking lot philosophy
Steel table science
Cool breeze spirituality
And a forest fire religion


Flame does not catch
On concrete and steel and glass
How cold and safe we live
Tearing out the beauty
Before it has a chance to grow
In fear it might move us
To a place slightly more dangerous


Walking through the Cohutta
Down winding narrow paths
Toward the hidden jewl of Jacks River Falls
Is much like my walk in the truth
Tough sometimes but worth it in the end
Swimming in the cool pools of redemption
And eating good food at the great campfire of God


When it comes to the knowlege of God
I am still just an infant
Looking out on the world
With curious, hungry eyes
And He picks me up sometimes
Putting me on his shoulders
So I can try to see through His eyes
All the wonder and excitement
Of what He has made
And I cling to Him in desperation
When I see the darkness
Crawling slowly over the horizon
Like it always does
Until He casts it down below forever.

Why Are You Here?

Within 15 billion years
The odds against
These words
Having come into existence
When they did
Are as high
As the odds against
The eyes that are reading them
And yet
I don’t feel like
Any of this
Is just a cosmological accident



The odds of this universe, perfectly suited to sustain life, arising suddenly out of absolute nothingness?

The odds of this universe, arising out of many other universes in some quantum accident?
One in trillions of trillions(If there even is some weird superspace beyond our universe)

The odds of all the laws of physics being at exactly the right state to sustain life.
One in trillions of trillions

The odds of all the ingredients for life arising out of non living matter, and then, without direction, coalescing into a living cell, and that cell then multiplying and evolving into all the life that we know today, all within 15 billion years?
One in trillions of trillions

Then, out of all of human history (wars, plagues etc) and ontop of all previously stated improbabilities, the odds of you and me being conceived, and me writing this, and you reading this…

Coincidence? Probably not.
Why are you here?
Do you think there is a purpose to your life?
Is it REASONABLE to believe otherwise?
Would it make sense to logically assume, according to mathematics, that there may actually be a God?

Rhetorical Questions (Poetry)

Rhetorical Questions

Who gives the goose such courage?
Standing guard over its nest and mate
Harmless yet heroic creature
Standing up to us
Six times his size.
Don’t worry bird
We’re just here to admire your river
And the webs on your feet
And the wings
Which carry you across the sky.
Who is your maker?
Who designed and sculpted you?
Who is this that draws me
From my dark and dusty room
Out into the sun and water?
I have an overwhelming urge
To thank someone for this glory,
And to thank you bird
For showing me your courage.


This Cold Rock

This world is a burden,
This world is a rusty cage,
A potholed road,
A bed of tears,
It is the death of those we love.
A cold rock
And a weary body
Trying to sleep
Beneath the sparkling
Stars above.
Turning always turning
And we
Cut our hands
On the rusty bars
And curse the fall
Of those who came before us.


Post Modern Man

He read the words,
But he knew not what they meant.
He walked down many roads,
But he knew not where they went.
He lived his life,
But he knew not what it was to be alive.

“Scientific” Delusions: “Everything Came Out Of Nothing”

Let me first say that I am not against the theory of the big bang, but actually embrace it as a very compelling theory of how our universe came into being, but I do disagree with some of the hypotheses that surround this theory. Below are some ludicrous statements made by someone who I am assuming is one of the “top minds” of the field of physics. Granted he says he is a “Theoretical Physicist,” but either way he lost instant intellectual credibility with me when he made the following statements about how our universe was created.

Professor Lawrence Krauss (Theoretical Physicist) in the Science Channel show How the Universe Works struck me with awe when he said this:

“The philosophers of ancient times used to say, “how could something arise from nothing,” And what’s amazing to me is that the laws of physics allow that to happen, and it means that our whole universe, everything we see, everything that matters to us today could have arisen out of precisely nothing.”

[Then the narrator goes on to say] “It’s one of the biggest hurdles to understanding the big bang. First you have to buy into the premise that something was created out of nothing”

[Professor Krauss then continues] “It’s impossible to describe the moment of creation in human language. All we know is from what may have been nothing, we go to a state of almost infinite density, and infinite temperature, and infinite violence.”

[Narrator Continues] “Understanding how nothing turned into something may be the greatest mystery of our universe, but if you understand that, you start to understand the big bang. When time and space began and a great big explosion created everything.”

According to this criteria I will never understand the big bang. I quite literally have never heard the  atheist’s “rationalistic” perspective on the beginning of the universe put so honestly, bluntly, and shamelessly. When exactly did we start calling lunacy and delusion “rational science?” At least he hinted at the fact (barely) that it is partly a philosophical question and not wholly a scientific one, but not once did they allude to the possibility that the universe may have been created by some sort of intelligence. Show me some evidence please?

[Professor Krauss then describes the awesomeness of the big bang] “The big bang was so immense that it brought into existence all of the mass and all of the energy contained in all of the four hundred billion galaxies we see in our universe in a region smaller than the size of a single atom. The entire observable universe was a millionth of a billionth of a centimeter across at that time. Everything was compressed into an incredibly hot dense region.”

And I am supposed to believe that this blog post is a result of random coincidence. How in the world is this man an atheist? Somehow matter came into existence, and then somehow biological life came into existence from non life, and then this so called microscopic life form then evolved in an incredibly hostile environment into Professor Krauss. While what he had to say in this episode sounds like something said by someone who may of evolved from something primordial, I still find the “science” behind it hard to swallow. Nothing turned into something, and that something then turned into rational beings on a little planet somewhere in the vast darkness contemplating their existence. Give me a break.

Somehow I don’t find it hard to believe that an intelligent being “created the heavens and the earth.” Is that really so hard to comprehend, does this view really go against reason? When faced with the physical impossibility of the above statements, I’d have to say no. I would have to say the scientific evidence points directly toward an intelligent creator of the universe by defacto. When dealing with nothing turning into something it is no longer in the realm of science, but philosophy. I am not one to hate on science, I believe them when they say that nothing turned into something, but I don’t believe it happened by itself. It is clear that there is more going on than human minds can comprehend, and the absolute finite reality of the human brain makes me doubt these scientists conclusion. I would venture to say their conclusion is based on bias not science, and this is evident by the astounding number of atheist and agnostic scientists that are becoming theists.

And Richard Dawkins calls me the delusional one.

Krauss then ends the show by saying “Everything that makes us human, the atoms in our bodies, the jewelry we wear, all the things that lead to the tragedy of life, and the beauty, and the excitement, love, everything else, arose because of processes that happened 14 billion years ago. And if we really want to understand ourselves, at some fundamental level, you really have to understand the big bang.”

For a “Rational” man this is a very post modern view. This explanation doesn’t bring self discovery, only more philosophical questions. Don’t quit your day job for a job in philosophy Krauss, your post modern, atheistic, aesthetical, existentialism is flimsy and weak. But I love you anyway.

The Wilderness: Living Life Deliberately

The wilderness, the mountains, the rivers, and streams, they are etched into a man’s soul. He cannot escape, only ignore them. A man needs the wilderness as much as he might need love. The wilderness and nature are the other things that balance out his heart. Men run around in a frenzy all their lives because they have suppressed the wild that beckons at every waking minute of his life. It beckons, but many men do not recognize the call and are frustrated because they cannot understand why they no longer feel like men, why they are not content with their careers, why they can’t find a single minute of peace or rest. To be beneath the trees atop some mountain and to look out on the land, is like no other feeling in the world other than the feeling one might get from a beautiful woman, or rediscovering some deep truth from long ago and long forgotten. Every man needs solace, not just merely being alone, but being at peace amidst the beauty of the world. Every man, whether he knows it or not, needs to sit beneath the stars, far from the light of any city, and observe the dust of the Milky Way. Some men don’t even know what I am talking about or that it is even possible to see the Milky Way from Earth for they have never ventured out, for fear, for lack of knowledge, or because of their busy schedule… the same schedule that sucks the life out of them, and steals their time before they’re dying and wondering what their life was all about.

Thoreau famously said in Walden, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear […] I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan like as to put to rout all that was not life […]”

While I do not share his universalist and humanist sentiments, I do resound with his burning passion and desire to live deliberately and seek truth so as to not waste what life I have. I also resonate with his love of being in the woods or by the river. One of my favorite poems is by Thoreau, and it is only four simple lines he wrote while sitting by a river. It is almost a love poem,

I was born upon thy bank, river
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever,
At the bottom of my dream.

Vickery Creek Vickery CreekVickery Creek

This poem hits me directly and deeply in my spirit for I know of this affection that he expresses. If every man truly looked for it, he would find a place… a place that is forever tied to his heart, whether it be a river, or mountain, or valley, or ocean. For me it is the Chattahoochee river, and its small tributary Vickery Creek. I have spent hours and hours in solitude beside these beautiful bodies of water. One is able to connect with God anywhere, but I connect most clearly with the Creator, when I am surrounded by His most beautiful creation. If it be a calm peaceful current, or a raging torrent, the river speaks to me. It speaks to me of something greater than myself, some mystery, it hints at the meaning of the universe. All is not random, all is not hopeless, all is not purposeless, but rather designed, composed, painted, drawn, and written on the divine canvas that is life by a perfect artist, who really truly loves His art. To paraphrase C.S. Lewis, all of reality is but a shadow of a truer reality. All of creation is but a shadow of eternity. My river is one of those shadows. I urge all men who might read this to open their eyes to all the shadows, I urge them to take some time, maybe only a day or two a month, and find that place of solitude. I also urge you to open your eyes to the fact that nature is a work of art, and that it was composed by an Artist out of love for us and a love for beauty… Nature will not give us any absolute truth, but it will reveal to us that truth does in fact exist. Once you see it for what it truly is, it will enrich your life. I promise.


This Was Me In The World

Poems about the world, that I wrote while I was “in the world” so to speak. They are a couple years old. They are sorta downers, but here are their counterparts! All hope is not lost, but you have to find it first!  Can one truly appreciate joy, if they have never understood sorrow? Can you truly understand grace, if you have not experienced darkness? To an extent you can, but the magnitude of the darkness magnifies the beauty of the light once it’s found. The sweetness of Redemption!

This Was Me In The World

Broken Bones
Broken bones don’t hurt
Like a broken heart.

Self Righteous
Standing outside the clubs
These people think they are the shit
And I want to tell them
They are…
They really are,
The shit.
But I am tired of being the cynic
So I keep my thoughts to myself

True Lonliness
Lost to bluntness and desperation
“Is there a chance I’d get laid tonight?”
He asks her.
Awkwardness surrounds
And I just sit and stare
Quietly in disbelief
Of his desperate attempts.

The World
People I meet,
All cheat
All steal
All tear and destroy
The passions that’s within me

Tell me…
How does a passionate man
Make it through
This modern life?

The Heart Of Man
There’s a blackness in the hearts of men
An urge to bloody our swords
To kill one another and betray our friends
A blackness that pervades history
A mar on the face of the universe
A black hole larger than any dead star
The size of God, absent within us.
A black hole which consumes all it can
All the alcohol, the sex, the broken beauty of nature
And yet it only grows larger till it consumes
Our soul, and from there, the world.

Self Pity
On this dark night
It’s as though all the violence
Of nature and man
Came solely from my own heart.
O Sorrow!
Deep rooted sorrow!
Bring forth the tears of frustration and hurt
Make wet the ground you stand on
Till the mire takes hold and pulls you down
I’ve reached my limit
I am not Christ!
I hate the world
Everything and everyone
My love is not unlimited!
My forgiveness is all dried up!
I hate the world,
But I hate myself more.

Yet in love He sought Me: Hymns and Poetry #1

Been reading alot of Tozer lately, and he always inserts hymns, poetry, or prayers at the beginning or end of his chapters. These are a few hymns/poems that spoke to me.

And Can It Be That I Should Gain

By: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

And can it e that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood!
Died He for me? Who caused His pain?
For me? who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

‘Tis mystery all: The Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
‘Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His father’s throne above
(so free, so infinite His grace!),
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race.
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’ eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

The King of Love My Shepherd Is

By: Henry W. Baker (1821-1877)

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.

O Love, How Deep

Latin, Fifteenth Century
Translated by Benjamin Webb (1819-1885)

O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
It fills the heart with ecstasy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortals’ sake!

He sent no angel to our race
Of higher or lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame
Himself, and to this lost world came.

For us baptized, for us he bore
His holy fast and hungered sore,
For us temptation sharp he knew,
For us the tempter overthrew.

For us he prayed; for us he taught;
For us his daily works he wrought;
By his words and signs and actions thus
Still seeking not himself, but us.

For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death,
For us at length gave up his breath.

For us he rose from death again;
For us he went on high to reign;
For us he sent his Spirit here
To guide, to strengthen and to cheer.

To him whose boundless love has won
Salvation for us through his Son,
To God the Father, glory be
Both now and through eternity.

Thy Word Is Like A Garden

By: Edwin Hodder (1837-1904)

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord.
With flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine;
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life’s long battle day,
All needful weapons there.

Fully Surrendered

By: Alfred C. Snead (1884-1961)

Fully surrendered – Lord I am Thine;
Fully surrendered, Savior divine!
Live Thou Thy life in me;
All fullness dwells in Thee;
Not I, but Christ in me,
Christ all in all.

Art in header by: aksu