Living a life of faith.
A relationship with the invisible God.
Forgive me if I confess,
At times it seems very odd.

Yearning to hear his voice,
Anxiety cinches up its’ noose.
Yearning for relief,
I feel like a screws come loose.

Living through these times,
I pray for His supernatural jolt.
Reassurance from on high,
That I’m not some faceless nut without a bolt.

I understand so little about the ways of God,
His mysteries that seem to tease ya.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember what I know.
Afflicted with a disease called Christiamnesia.

History may someday tells us,
It’s what we think we know that causes our regret.
Yes God equipped us all with memory,
Counterbalanced by the ability to forget.

What if we could awaken tomorrow?
Slate wiped clean with what we knew today.
And encountered the person of Jesus,
Sweeping the leaves on our pathway.

He lifts his eyes and says “Good morning!”
As you stumble out your door.
Will you engage Him in conversation?
Or blow by Him in pursuit of something more.

You find yourself at Starbucks,
Waiting impatiently in that line.
From behind you hear “How you doin?”
Without turning around you say, “I’m fine.”

As you pay for your order,
You turn and catch His glance.
You’re startled by His presence,
You almost wet your pants.

As you head for the exit,
You feel winters forthcoming breezes.
A warm hand on your right shoulder says,
“What’s your name? My name’s Jesus.”

He motions to a table and says,
“Do you have time to chat?
Befuddled by it all you surrender.
Unable to make excuses with this or that.

An unusual sensation envelopes you,
With this stranger you begin to share.
“I awoke today realizing I forgot what I know about God.”
“It’s really been quite a scare.”

He gazes at you with loving eyes and says,
“Your future need not be determined by your past.”
“Perhaps you’ve received a blessing?”
“Maybe what you think know is not intended to last.”

Perplexed you sink back in your chair,
Bringing your latte to your lips.
Listening intently to His every word,
As He speaks between His sips.

“Maybe, God is trying to teach you
Well beyond what you think that you now know.
Have you thought about the possibility?
What presently fills your head retards your ability to grow?”

“Oh, the little children!
How precious is their simplicity.
Hearts and minds void of adult clutter,
Enhances their receptivity.”

“As you grow older you begin to worship,
The things you think you know that make you smart.
This affliction called Christiamnesia,
Allows you to make a brand new start.”

“Thank Me each and every morning
For the ignorance that you now know.
That’s the dimension of your life,
Where our relationship can grow.”

“The idol of knowledge must tumble,
It’s humility we must restore.
The pedestal is Mine.
For I am the God of More.”

“How can the mind of man,
Think you have captured the essence of Me, your God?”
Such a posture precludes Me from revealing more of Myself,
It’s unacceptable and quite odd.”

“Rise from here and move on My  child,
It’s more of Me that will surely please ya.
Be grateful each and every day,
Cherish the blessing of Christiamnesia.”

He rose from our table,
On my forehead he placed a kiss.
“I have more folks to talk to now.
In a crowd like this one cannot miss!”

“Perhaps you might wish to share the revelation,
The blessing of Christiamnesia that you now see.”
I rose from my seat and moved to join Him,
As He whispered “Follow Me.”