I Had the Weirdest Dream Last Night

I dreamt of heaven, which somehow
Was a Whataburger that let out into my backyard.
It had a few booths on a covered, lit outdoor patio
With space in the backyard for a bonfire,
And I knew eventually there would be a boombox;
It was that kind of yard.
A couple sheds for the kids to poke around in too.
It was late late afternoon,
And Dad was there, among other believers.
(I’ve never dreamed of heaven before,
And I was sorry to wake up.)
Jesus was there, easily the best part.
He was so happy we were there,
And we were so happy to see him.
Then he went to judge the earth.
He wasn’t playing the news out back,
But every time someone wandered out there,
We were overjoyed they’d made it
And asked them what had happened,
How bad it was out there,
To get a general sense of how far along Jesus was.
Someone who should have been there earlier came out,
And we wondered they hadn’t been called sooner,
But Jesus tapped the order screen
(We had one out back for this part
And he was back for a moment I guess?),
And the note on the fries said something like,
“We have spent a lot of time on this,
And now you are ready.”
It was so happy that Jesus had the order up.
(I know this person as a believer already,
So it was just a dream, and nothing real,
But it was illustrative, if you like.)
I dreamt on my way to the back, earlier,
I’d begged you to come with
And given you my Bible so you’d know the way later.
I kept looking to see if you’d made it to the back yet,
If Jesus had called you.
But I remember as twilight fell,
We were all most concerned—
Me too—
When Jesus would come back to start the party.

Daily Bible Reading

(Intercession for a friend.)

O bless the reading of thy word
As we attend unto it, Lord.
Let it not void return to thee,
But let thy will accomplished be.

Instill the humble, contrite fear
That trembles when thy voice is near
But moreso quails a way to know
Whereon thou choosest not to go.

Engrave thy statutes on our hearts,
From stone reviving inmost parts.
As we behold thy glorious face,
Conform us to thy glory’s grace.

The corn of faith within us sow
And tend it till it richly grow,
Nor let the devil choke, nor cares
Evince it to be naught but tares.

Inside us living water spring;
Our fruit upon thy vine O bring;
Enleaven in us living bread,
Thine ev’ry word a feast bespread.

As servant for his master waits
And watchman morning on the gates,
As handmaid holds to mistress see,
E’en so, O Lord, we look to thee.

The Maverick

sunset.
In a house without
a name, he stares down the
edge of the keenest blade he knows,
pointing now at them for whom he would
destroy his soul; turns; sighs; recedes into
the