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Mar 15, 2010
I'm riding the train Taking the Task Express to List-done. First stop, done. Second stop, done. Third stop, done... "How many stops on this train?" "As many as you want," I hear the conductor say. "When can I get off?" "Whenever you want," I hear the conductor say. Fourth stop, Fifth stop, Sixth stop, done. "How long will this train run?" "As long as you want," I hear the conductor say. "Where can I get off?" "Wherever you want," I hear the conductor say. "Here, here, I want to get of here!" "Okay, have a nice day," I hear the... Continue reading
Posted Mar 10, 2010 at Chad Boersema
Well, I submitted my first play (Love's Call) to the New York International Fringe Festival. Cross your fingers with me that it's accepted! Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2010 at Chad Boersema
Over the last 25 years I've experimented. Experimented in writing poetry, plays, short stories, essays, and my thoughts in general. Here you will find some of what's taken up my time. I hope you find it of value and at the very least, thought provoking. Please feel free to leave a thought or two yourself and thanks for taking the time to look around. I hope to see you more and work with you in the future. All the Best, ~chad Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2010 at Chad Boersema
The winds are still And I stand in the midst of leaves Only moments ago being blown From here to there. Almost alarmed at the silence, And stunned by the sudden change, I am forced to look at the picture before me. 'Observe me!' seems to be the demand Of the stopped world. I seem to have no place without motion. Reluctantly, and feeling awkward, I comply and observe. In the settled leaves and quieted branches I see Rest and Peace, Long lost companions. Then, like the sky being ripped by lightning The winds blow again. 'Come back!' I yell... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2010 at Chad Boersema
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Posted Dec 4, 2009 at Chad Boersema
Set free the slave Give them back their life The child in the shack The woman on the rack Tragedies ignored To hard to take, or believe My anger rages At those who steal What I have so freely given My hand is held high Ready to desend on the thief My grace, mercy, and patience Can hold it back no longer Come along you warriors of mine Be ready, for it is thrashing time Love my children Set them free Love my children Restore them to me Continue reading
Posted Dec 1, 2009 at words by oen
Thanks!! ~chad
Toggle Commented Nov 30, 2009 on To Dream Again at words by oen
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To love Is the beginning And the end. Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2009 at words by oen
Let me apologize right up front if this turns into a rant. It's an emotionally charged issue for me right now. ... to borrow a version of your final statement, I think it's time to stop pussyfooting around. Not as a matter of picking a side in the us-or-them battle though, but in getting the centered-set framework pushed out with an explicit "And this applies to people who are gay too! (or prostitute, pimp, or pyramid schemer for that matter)" I think the framework can be very easily dismissed in the mind of a listener if not explicitly stated where it can apply. The other reason I think it is so important to dive in is that this "battle" will not last forever. At some point some semblance of a resolve will surface with one side taking the spoils. (I'm not a futurist, but I will bet money those resisting change will not win.) The point being that a framework ABOVE the "open and affirming" vs "biblically-faithful" spectrum needs to be injected into the conversation BEFORE it's to late to have a voice and change the texture of the conversation. I think that time is now. Bring on a public centered-set for all people! (I'm stepping off the soap box now, thanks for letting me borrow it. :) )
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AMEN! My guess is though that you would not get many on this blog disagreeing or being challenged by this (I could be wrong though and often am.) My thoughts tend to go to, "Great! Now how does one apply this?" More specifically, how does one go about helping orient a congregation/individual to a place of believing this or even believing it's okay to believe this? How does one go about trying to create a safe place for those in the GLBT community (and straight secularist sensitive to the GLBT community) to be able to come and meet and get to know the Jesus that truly loves them so they are not scared off by Jesus disciples like the woman at the well? Said a different way, how do we prep a place to be sensitive and accepting of someone GLBT so they are not scared off when they do find they like Jesus and want to learn more about him? I realize there are many "Gay Churches" (at least here in NYC) that one could go to, but my dream would be for a church to not have to be classified with a bounded set like that. It would just be a church with gay and straight, and I'm wondering if that takes some kind or prep work?
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When the road gets rough Which way will I turn? Compromise? Betrayal? Loyalty? Trust? When the road gets rough To who will I run? Myself? My God? My wife? My friends? When the road gets rough Which way will I go? Unpaved? Forsaken? Familiar? Comfortable? When the road gets rough My life will be defined, My character will come through. God help me when the road gets rough And I discover who I am. Let me be better than what I think. Let me be better than what I could be alone. When the road gets rough Let me be... Continue reading
Posted Aug 7, 2009 at words by oen
Really appreciated this post and also resonated a lot with Jonathan. What a great and insightful interaction with your friend! And like Brent, I'd have to say this post speaks to my experience in a large part as well. I grew up in a 'nice' home and in the church, in college I found some freedom to be 'proactive', and then a few years later I'd have to say my proactiveness led me to Christ and I was ready to conquer all the misconceptions out there that Jonathan refers to. That's when the Alpha males in the church (at least the church I was at which I know is not every church) taught me my lessons on being quiet and submissive. Fast forward 15 years and 6 years later of searching for a different kind of church, I feel I am only now shedding off what was unfortunately learned back then. Anyway, all that to say that I thing there really is something to be learned and wrestled with in Araz's post, and for me personally it confirms a need in the world and church to be proactive in the sense of what Jonathan's friend is expressing. As a final thought, I think Dave exemplifies this well in his proactive push to elevate the conversation and to even have the conversations surrounding the church and the LGBT community. Thanks Dave!
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Obviously a huge topic with a wide range of aspects to it. My thoughts on a small piece of it: 1) Meet me where I am. a)Maybe at the bar. Great conversations can be had trying new single malts. :) b)Maybe a wine and cheese evenings c)Maybe a house concert. Listening to, but not participating in a performance and then interacting afterward (again with wine.) (I see a theme developing here.) 2) Give me something to die for then I'll have something to live for. -- By this I mean (I think) beyond a format or event, help me find something of substance that alleviates my boredom and my drive to simply be entertained. I need something beyond the verbiage of Christianity that lights a sustainable fire in me and allows me to say, "Yes! This, this is my part with God." Two thoughts on, again, a very huge topic. :) Now I have to put a three year old to bed. Thanks for topic Dave!
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I may not believe in love, but love believes in me. Many times have I failed, but love believes in me. Too many days darkness has been my friend, but love believes in me. Angry at God, I stood with my back to him in protest, but love believes in me. Too often proud, arrogant, and full of myself, but love believes in me. Then fallen and knees skinned bare, but love believes in me. Up again and blaming God, but love believes in me. Tired, worn out, and at a loss, but love believes in me. Broken, and no... Continue reading
Posted Jul 15, 2009 at words by oen
The heart is key. The heart is central. Solomon was not wrong, it is the wellspring of life. The heart, our face to God. Is that why we can't yet see him face-to-face? His face is his heart? Man looks at the face While God looks into the heart? He sees beauty we are blind to? He sees ugliness disguised by the beauty we think we see? When will we see like you? The heart, home to your creation, Kernel and essence of our true selves, Seed of the Almighty's planting, Precious and most valuable of gifts. Yet trampled on... Continue reading
Posted Jun 24, 2009 at words by oen
The winds of change stir all around me. Finally the stale air moves and the clouds lift, a little. I can see a light, hope shines through. I can feel a bubble of life beginning to grow within. What once was out of reach and seemed to disappear is back again, has come to visit, has come to stay. Oh to dream again, to dream and play. Continue reading
Posted Jun 16, 2009 at words by oen
Promptings. Oh inconvenient callings That wake me in the middle of the night And divert me from previous intentions. You come like the wind And leave just as fast at times If not followed To wherever you lead. But oh what treasures you lead to! What discoveries you unveil! What mysteries you create and reveal! Yet still, You are inconsistent and unpredictable, Whimsical and flirtatious. I tire of watching and waiting for you, Wondering where you will show up next. And yet again though, I know you are the whisper of God, His breath brushing gently across my ear And... Continue reading
Posted Jun 4, 2009 at words by oen
Thanks as always for reading Di!! I appreciate you!
Toggle Commented May 26, 2009 on Memorial at words by oen
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So many have died And given their life That I may live without strife. Oh ungrateful bastard am I That I go about this day Without a tear in my eye. So far removed So sheltered from pain My complaint is about the mundane. How can I remember What I have not known Torture, death, bullets in my vest My day is about getting enough rest. Oh unsung heroes returning from war Forever changed And what once was, no more. Oh family of five That now is four And you great warrior That lay in earth's floor. I'm sorry for... Continue reading
Posted May 26, 2009 at words by oen
2009 A stitch in time My, you've come so fast And undoubtedly you will Leave just as soon. Don't let me miss you Let me make my mark So 2009 Won't be left in the dark. May a light shine May dreams become real May 2009 Be the breaking of the seal. The seal on the list Long and desired Hope filled and inspired. A creative explosion A financial nest Potential realized A joyful rest. 2009 Oh 2009 May you be a start To all that is best. Continue reading
Posted May 22, 2009 at words by oen
Words without inspiration, Meaningless? Like Easter In the hands of a Methodist preacher? Where's the life? Which way to the river? Oh mister bunny Can you show me the way? Mister Clause Can you bring me a new day? What do I write When I feel nothing to say? Yet write I will Anyway Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Continue reading
Posted May 18, 2009 at words by oen
Hope is alive There's a vibe in the air Change has come The time has arrived! Wrongs not made right But it's a start We can believe again We can take heart. There is hope And it is strong The dream is alive MLK was not wrong. Stand in your grave Celebrate today How unfortunate though That death is the way. The way to change minds The way to stop time... You have done it though You have paved the way A black man has made it To the white house today! Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2009 at words by oen
My Wildflower I found you Found you amongst the others But you, you were different "There!" I said There is one I can love! Love like I've longed to love! Wild, untamed, unspoiled, exotic, Beautiful, blooming, growing, erotic. Tender, delicate, and strong You let me have you for my own To smell, to touch, To gaze upon, to love. My Wildflower Since then you have grown And bloomed even more Still wild, More beautiful a flower than ever before Still letting me love you A gift I have not deserved You are precious, you are rare, Your roots live in... Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2009 at words by oen
I like Carrots, Their subtle sweetness And fresh crispness. I used to like Soda, It’s powerful flavor And bubbly allure. Carrots though I find Take a certain appreciation, A certain discipline to enjoy them. One must break addictions And slow the pace of eating To find pleasure in the Carrot. For the Carrot does not provide a rush Or sensory overload that says, “BAM, here I am!” No, the Carrot waits patiently For the one who will love it For what it is. The Carrot, unlike the Soda, Is no fool And will not give itself to one. I used... Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2009 at words by oen