As I was reading Mark 3:

In a Concrete World

Some days in this world, the law is such that the silence is deafening,
or comments are shouted so harshly that ears ache and minds are crushed.
The doing that puts us in the midst of real doing
May be costly doing.
So, do we yet save lives?
Do we get gritty?
Scratching with hens out back, do we fill our nails with hard grit?
May we freely endure embarrassment?
How dirty are my hands each day?
We learned this in school, no?
Were these messages inside our textbook covers?
Some days, the messages of school days are lost.
Some days, the messages seem different, long lost.
But in the midst of this concrete world,
Christ is with us.
The doing that puts us in the midst of real doing
is blessed doing.
Beside us, the Master is doing.
In the abstract of life,
we do and are doing.
In the gray of life,
the doing shows in some black and white.
In the abstract of life,
Christ is with us.

My hands are dirty;
I am in the midst of doing today.      
I listen.
In the grit, I listen.

(c) Tom Bolton, 17 July, 2013, Milwaukee

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