Sunday Faith Blog

This morning I wanted to print a poem I heard read at a Memorial Service earlier this year.

“Afraid?  Of what?  To feel the spirit’s glad release?  To pass from pain to perfect peace, the strife and strain of life to case?  AFRAID OF WHAT?

Afraid?  Of What?  Afraid to see the Savior’s face, to hear His welcome, and to trace the glory gleam from wounds of grace?  AFRAID OF WHAT?

Afraid?  Of what?  A flash – a crash – a pierced heart;  brief darkness – Light – O Heaven’s art!  A wound of His a counterpart!  AFRAID OF WHAT?

Afraid? Of What?  To enter into Heaven’s rest and yet to serve the Master blessed?  From service good to service best?  AFRAID OF WHAT?

Afraid?  Of what?  To do by death what life could not – baptize with blood a stony plot, till souls shall blossom from the spot? AFRAID OF WHAT?
“But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—   Corinthians I: 2:9

Yes, it’s kind of serious and sad, but I think it’s heartening to wonder “Afraid of what?” when thinking of passing on from the earth……….

Have a happy Sunday…Rejoice in everything!


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10 Responses to Sunday Faith Blog

  1. bocopro says:

    Hard to think of any concepts other than love and war that inspire as much art in all its forms as does religion. I admire those minds which focus their emotion or their patriotism or their faith to produce simple but great and lasting poetry.

    I don’t count myself amongst them, because the love in my life has been OVERfocused on one individual, my patriotism was simply a matter-of-fact career, and my faith has always been shaky, at best.

    From time to time, tho, events stimulate and encourage me to at least give it a try and bump some words and ideas together into a structured analysis of the rather tricky business of being human. Here’s one I whipped up several years ago when the jihad craze was at its craziest:

    In a rustic old town
    Is a lonely old church
    Where a dusty old bell
    With a scratchy old voice
    Calls a graying old crowd
    For a kindly old priest
    And his rumpled old book
    So a simple old tale
    Of a loving old God
    And a joyous old prayer
    To a holy old place
    Can be shared.

    And contented they go home
    And thank their god
    And have their meal
    And love their neighbors.

    Under shiny new domes
    Built with lavish new wealth
    By the selfish new rich
    Kneel the savage new crowds
    Where the jealous new monks
    Preach their fearsome new wars
    Gainst the hated new state
    With their petty new claims
    And their clever new words
    While their fancy new guns
    March in gaudy new ranks
    And the steady new wail
    From the muezzin s new amp
    Starts the garbled new growl
    Of Jihad.

    And angry they go home
    And build their bombs
    And long for death
    And curse their brothers.


  2. Baysider says:

    You certainly capture the stark difference between contentment and the anger of the discontented bp.

    A very timely post, Z. The angel’s first words to the women at the empty tomb were “fear not” – loving and practical.


  3. Mal says:

    Its easier to NOT believe because logic tell us it isn’t logical; yet on the other hand, logic also makes us question how all this was created. Infinite time and space? And spiritual beings? Illogical, right? But know what? I like believing because it makes me a much happier person while on this earth, and if that’s all there really is, as the naysayers believe, I really won’t know the difference, will I?
    But despite all this, I DO believe.


  4. geeez2014 says:

    bocopro…most churches today are anything but oldsters, but I sure love your poem and its meaning….so many churches throughout Europe and the ME are turning into mosques…something Americans need to know more about…particularly Christian Americans.
    Great job!
    Faith is ‘shaky’ in all of us until we decide to have…FAITH. That’s why they call it that! Takes a lot of studying and talking and lectures and Christian friends to get there, I’ll add.

    baysider, timely every day, isn’t it…so many fears, when the worst fear of dying isn’t fearful!
    And it sure is particularly relevant today, absolutely!

    Mal….”But despite all this, I DO believe.” That’s FAITH.


  5. bocopro says:

    “most churches today are anything but oldsters”

    I had Europe in mind with those images, not necessarily the US except for the old missions out West. And the Catholic indicators are merely representative of Christianity in general as opposed to its main contender these days.

    The inverse imagery of the second stanza is, of course, the ostentatious spires and domes and minarets of the oil-rich nations eager to equate fossil dollars to faith emblems.


  6. geeez2014 says:

    bocopro…not sure about Europe, either…we hear God’s dead there but churches are pretty darned packed, believe me! BUT, it’s not like it used to be.
    Yes, I agree with your second stanza 100%.
    I fear the new Pope is doing less for faith than those who preceded him…but that’s for “a whole other Oprah (show)”, as my sis would say! 🙂


  7. geeez2014 says:



  8. I don’t fear death.
    I fear dying.


  9. jerrydablade says:

    bocopro, I’m no beatnik, but I do a lot of fancy book readin’. That poem was fantastic! really, really good.


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