Holy Spirit, I’m curious as to where you’re going with all this? 

I mean, I’ve thought it over and even wrote a poem about what’s in it for me.

That is, what you’ve given me

In the way of identity, fraternity, credibility, legitimacy,

For the artist that is me. 

And I’m thankful for that, Lord.

Very thankful. 

Because it was a surprise for me,

To stand up and see,

The applause for me,

By a poetic jury,

Of my peers. 

They clapped for my work

And booed the judges’ shirk,

As I bared my soul.

And I laughed and cried as they bared theirs.

And for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged somewhere. 

But as I said, that is in another poem. 

But I’m curious, Lord, as to where you’re going with this. 

Because I sense there’s something deeper.

Something more.

Something that’s not just for me. 

That’s not to say that you would not do some great kindness for me alone.

You are the very definition of kindness.

I’ve seen your kindnesses before,

Many times.

How often have you touched me before in such a deep and personal way,

Bestowed lavish and meaningful gifts that were for me only,

I’ve lost count. 

But You are so smart, so wise,

That you could give some great gift to one person only,

And still benefit many others.

I know. I’ve seen it.

Many times. 

So now that you’ve put me in a place where I’ve re-discovered myself,

I’m wondering where you might be going with it. 

My first thoughts, of course, were that I might be there to lead some to Christ.

After all, many of these gifted, creative people probably won’t be coming to church anytime soon.

And I really hope and pray that every one of them comes to know and trust you personally,

To find the joy and peace that is only found in Your embrace. 

But I don’t want this just so I can stick some feathers in my cap and gown,

Or collect in the hereafter some golden crown. 

To be honest, Lord, nor do I want that just because I know how You want it,

Though that should be reason enough. 

No, Lord, I want that joy and peace for them because,

I feel that I love them.

Yes, I guess it’s true.

And I don’t mean that I love in a general sense,

Like I should love the whole world,

Or I should love my neighbor as myself.

It’s more than that. 

It is a love that goes beyond my appreciation for their wonderful poetic talent.

I also love them because I’ve heard their disappointments,

Their loneliness, their disillusionment,

And, when I see their smiles, I see their reconciliation with it all.

That kind of love takes me past the curse words,

The sexual innuendo and the references to drug use.

That’s just their perspective.

It was mine once. 

But even though my perspective is now so vastly removed from that life,

And in a worldly sense we should be opposed,

We are, in fact, strongly, strangely, united.

Our common love for poetry gives us a common admiration,

And a common respect. 

And although many of them don’t even know my name, I feel accepted by them. 

And perhaps it’s that atmosphere of admiration and respect and acceptance,

That has opened the door and let Christ’s selfless love flow in. 

Maybe that’s the only thing You ask of me for them,

That I allow Your great love to flow through me to them.

And You’ve made that the easiest thing I could do. 

What an honor!

To be a living conduit of grace from God to others around me.

Isn’t that what it’s all about, anyway?

One man plants, another waters, God gives the increase. 

Thank you, Father, for this honor. 

And while it may be hard for some to understand,

I know that I am uniquely suited for this particular honor.

Thank you, Father, for it.

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