The Death of a Former Friend

I know that this isn't my usual post, but I want to share it with whoever chooses to read it. Feel free to comment--I'd be happy to engage in conversation about it. If you'd like a copy of this poem, let me know, and I'll email it to you. With that, here it is:

The Death of a Former Friend

People are waking up from their comatic state;

They’re tired of the rules that you called faith. 

They got tired of waiting to see the Son—you know the One— 

that you covered up with clouds, and your pretty prayers and phrases. 

Why should they praise Him when they don’t know what His name is? 

You made Him more “accessible,” or so you made it seem,

 but you forgot the grace of God is more than we can dream. 

He spoke into reality the waters of the deep, 

and knows the name of each and every distant galaxy. 

You saw His eyes were blazing when He beckoned you to follow,

 but you watered it down, passed it around, and made the people hollow. 

The formerly faithful faded away for something more exciting; 

That’s what happens when you try to make God a little more “enticing.” 

You taught your flock to cover up the holes in their holiness, 

but all you did was hide His joy and made the people restless.

 I’d say that I would miss you, but for the sake of all humanity

 I’m praising God with all my heart, 

 for the death of cultural Christianity.