One of my favorite lyricists, Jason Upton, wrote the following meditation somewhere in early 2001. Not only is it eerily accurate, but I reconsider it every time I hear the news.
There’s a power in poverty that breaks principalities
It brings the authorities down to their knees
There’s a brewing frustration, an ageless temptation
A fight for control by some manipulation
But the God of the kingdoms and the God of the Nations
The God of creation sends this revelation
Through the homeless and penniless Jesus, the Son:
The poor will inherit the Kingdom to come
Where will we turn when our world falls apart
And all of the treasures we’ve stored in our barns
Can’t buy the Kingdom of God?
Who will we praise when we’ve praised all our lives
men who build Kingdoms and men who build fame
And Heaven does not know their names?
What will we fear when all that remains
Is God on the throne, with a child in His arms and love in His eyes
And the sound of His heart cry?
We were meant to help each other through this life, and in my own experience, help works best one on one.
Broken down to the most practical of levels. Applied in the most direct way.
Sometimes the first step toward divine alchemy is the simple denial of self in a space of time just long enough for giving.
Forget the policies and regulations for once, and humanize your conviction to this macro level. Whose hand will you personally hold today?
Lyrics taken from “Poverty,” which appears on Faith by Jason Upton