The Writer’s Block

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The sidewalks are closed
For some unneeded repair
All traffic has stopped

Utilities off
Nothing is open nearby
No place to buy words

Tired inspiration
No sensory ingestion
There’s nowhere to walk

Stuck, staring at stairs
Old metal ones with wet paint
Gray, like the weather

Cloudy, cold winter
Without the sun, snow or rain
Only a deep blah…

Recommended Reading: Newton On The Christian Life

One of the best books on Christian living that I’ve read in 2015 is Newton on the Christian Life: To Live Is Christ (Theologians on the Christian Life) by Tony Reinke.

Reinke does the research to glean Newton’s pastoral letters and his book is full of practical, God-centered, Christ exalting instruction. It will give you those much needed gut punch reminders, while gently pointing you back to Christ and our need for the gospel.

Below are some of my favorite quotes and highlights from the first five chapters. I urge you to pick up a copy and enjoy the combo of Reinke and Newton.

“The Christian life is not comfortable. God makes us no promises to remove difficult circumstances, or alleviate our pains, or protect us from suffering, but he does promise sufficient grace for all our wants and needs.”
~Tony Reinke

“Grace sustains the bruised reed, binds up the broken heart, and cherishes the smoking flax into a flame. Grace restores the soul when wandering, revives it when fainting, heals it when wounded, upholds it when ready to fall, teaches it to fight, goes before it in battle, and at last makes it more than conqueror over all opposition, and then bestows a crown of everlasting life.”
~John Newton

“All scenarios we face in this life are navigated by a Scripture map which always seek to point the Christian soul to the all-sufficient Christ.”
~Tony Reinke

“In ourselves we are all darkness, confusion, and misery; but in him there is a sufficiency of wisdom, grace, and peace suited to all our wants. May we  ever behold his glory in the glass of the Gospel.”
~John Newton

“Sometimes we open the Bible and everything just seems flat and dull. At this point we engage in a fight for joy, a fight for faith to cling to what is true and what is supremely satisfying.”
~Tony Reinke

“Nothing undercuts the Christian life like Christ-amnesia — thinking we can live safely for a moment without Christ, without his atoning blood, and without renewed communion with him. ”
~John Newton

“When we fail to trust God, the difficulties of life loom larger, sting harder, and weigh heavier.”
~Tony Reinke

“The job of the sin-sick Christian is to repent and turn from sin and press into Christ for continued healing. In him we find our Infallible Physician for our sin-sick souls.”
~John Newton

Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
~John Newton

May you find healing and be strengthened to fight on as you journey through life while clinging to God’s Word and his amazing grace.

 

Upon A Sheet Of White Paper

John Bunyan (1628-1688) is the famous author of The Pilgrim’s Progress, but he also wrote many poems. Below is one that caught my eye as I often stare at a blank sheet of paper, or a white screen with cursor blinking.

This is a warning for both writer and reader to have discernment. Bunyan gives us a poem, and then a comparison poem.

Upon A Sheet Of White Paper

This subject is unto the foulest pen,
Or fairest handled by the sons of men.
‘Twill also show what is upon it writ,
Be it wisely, or nonsense for want of wit,
Each blot and blur it also will expose
To thy next readers, be they friends or foes.

Comparison

Some souls are like unto this blank or sheet,
Though not in whiteness. The next man they meet,
If wise or fool, debauched or deluder,
Or what you will, the dangerous intruder
May write thereon, to cause that man to err
In doctrine or in life, with blot and blur.
Nor will that soul conceal from who observes,
But show how foul it is, wherein it swerves.
A reading man may know who was the writer,
And, by the hellish nonsense, the inditer.

In Between

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Reading makes me write,
Writing won’t let me read,
But when I’m stuck in between,
Nothing is achieved.

Dying will not live,
Living will never die,
But while I’m here in between,
One must say goodbye.

Sleeping knows no time,
Timing can never sleep,
But when I fall in between,
An alarm I must keep.

Working longs for rest,
Resting resists work,
But when I go in between,
The back and forth sure hurts.

Adding more makes sense,
Sensing no more to add,
But if you’re caught in between,
You may, like me, be mad.

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