An Easter Poem

Trees grow. Trees are cut down. Trees serve their purpose.

Just think, Jesus.

Born in a feeding trough by the lowing animals.
As a man being apprenticed by his step-father Joseph at the carpenters bench.
Yet Jesus is the carpenter of the world and the human soul.

Jesus facing the cross at Good Friday.
The table which we all face as we remember your death Jesus on that tree.

Yet, I am glad that I can cling to that old rugged cross. And be cleansed of my sin at each and every
moment when I often fail to see the big picture as I live life.

Your story is retold countless times Jesus as we gather around the pews of our churches and the sands on the beaches.
Listening to the birds on the shore and feeling the coolness go past our ears.

Lord,, let us open our hearts to you
just as you opened up that tomb of darkness.
You let that light in.
Let us enter in as well.
Experiencing the joy of your salvation.

For even the trees of the fields clap their hands with Joy.
Yes, even those trees from which you were born and the trees upon which your breath left the earth,
leaving us speechless and yes
thankful as well.

A wild Ride down an aisle

this weekend was a wild one- for the Lord Jesus.
I went to a men's conference with three thousand other men at Bloomfield, CT for an iron sharpens iron conference. One of the focuses was the rivalry between the Red Sox and the Yankees. Two pairs of tickets were being given away that afternoon.
Åt the end of the first session, I handed my ticket into the bucket for a drawing.
I went about the next few hours in a normal mode.

Then at 1:08 pm , the big buckets of entries were combined into one bucket and the name was drawn. The speaker announced into his microphone, "Scott Davis". I stood there amazed for a second and waved my hands and then had sixty seconds to make it to the front of the church.

Yet, I was in the upper balcony and when frozen, I did not quite have a get away plan made in case I won. I felt like one of the oscar winners shocked and out of breath for the moment. This was indeed one of those moments in time that get sung about.
Friends later said, some said, give it up and draw again when I did not make a quick appearance. But I am thankful for the grace allowed in the sixty=first second. I didn't deserve the extension, but it was granted.

I found one of the red-shirted ushers who helped guide me through this maze to the front of the church. I made my rocky-like approach down the aisle and ran past friends who were clapping and shouting my name in unison.

I grabbed the tickets. Thankful for this chance. When I got back to my seat, a little out of breath, i was glad.
My friend , Gary Davis, said, "I knew it would be you. Can I go too." I explained, "I only have two tickets. would love to but I can't take you. We both can't drive." Gary said to me, "You were suprised!!"

I told Gary, "Yes, I was, to say the least"
Mark took my picture of me holding the tickets in my hands smiling.

The next morning at church I was announced as the winner for the tickets after the slide show of the event.
I had plenty of friends high-fiving me for the win. It felt good.

But what will ultimately feel even better is when I walk through the pearly gates of heavens and find Jesus. And hear His welcoming and reassuring words , "Well Done good and faithful servant! Welcome home and enjoy your reward. For eternity . From the alpha to the omega.

Thanks Jesus for the lesson learned of knowing that the job is well done. Yet, I have a little more work to do. As is stated in Philipians 1:6, "He who began a good work in you will complete it until the day of Christ Jesus."
Remember even if not all is pearly in life, God is there in those small moments to surprise us with his grace, an undeserved favor at Christ's expense for our very benefit.

Keep in the game and run that race. And find the ushers in life to get you through the maze so you can run down the aisle to get that prize that Jesus is calling for you-that pair of box seats in heaven. To be seated next to Jesus for all of eternity with all of His saints through the years!!!!!!

trains breathing down the tracks

ON the way Home,
I heard the breath of the train,
its long legs churning back and forth.

Making huffs and puffs down the track.
Screeching out of the station.
Not seeing

but hearing its life leave the station.

Longing to reach out and be completely human
Overcoming the obstacles faced each and every day.
vetting through our conscience our beloved.
Enthusiastically reaching out to mankind and to God
Yearning to be made whole,
understood.
ringing one's words on our fingers
nursing our wounds in prayer.
intensely crying out to God
getting answers slowly from above.
hearing whispers of forgiveness from our lover.
believing it is the truth that we hear.
acting as if it is going to be all right.
Serving God and one another
Forgiving our friends as Jesus has forgiven us!!

Sacred partnering
something that I have done for quite a while
off and on.
Tim Daiey walked by the woods with Nona, his loyal white guide dog.
Her stiff white hairs gentle to the touch.
moving her head swiftly side to side.
being graceful as she guided Tim through the world
being his eyes and feet for the world.
Having known them for only a brief three years at Fairfield U.

Having explored worlds of history, sociology and religion together.
with his fingers finding the tape recorder buttons,
gently finding each one.
Listening to him sing songs to God while on campus for others to hear.
to hear him cheer and root for his St. Louis Cardinals.
To then have Tim be escorted to the side of Jesus in Heaven,
hearing it while waiting for a winter retreat.
being taken in his prime
yet an example of a sacred partner to teach and learn from.
Being one of two special blind men that I met and learned from at University.

The sacred partner of gaining a christian brother, Gary
watching him grow through two full decades and now onto a third.
to see Gary grow in the knowledge and grace of Jesus.
Lacking the keen intellect of a scholar but having the child=like heart of a follower of Christ.

Travel man having a thirst for travel through the world= to Hawaii, Nashville, Italy and Cancun.

Gary who hugs and calls and cares for his friends.
who reaches out and pats me on the arm and says, "I love you , brother."
being crowned through God's sense of humor,
coming from two distinct paths, yet united by the same last name.
Prompted from the loving benediction from Pastor Dave
being called into family and being affirmed by God's love brought up close.

My life is like that of the ocean.
It is beautiful,
deep
calm
peaceful
adventuresome
yet dangerous
yet full of mystery
who can fathom where its drops of froth will
travel
intersecting it on the water's edge through the motor boat.

Viewing it from atop a rock cliff
seeing it from the porch window
Hearing it from the water's edge.
Watching birds interact with it- coming close and being married to it.

Myself being married to it for thirty-two years.
Being the groom to this bride of beauty.
being loyal to it through the seasons.
keeping a keen eye to its beauty and ever changing faces.
yet the constancy of the view she provides
providing an affection for the soul for years to come-
of her having the perfect gown tailored well for her.
And for my tux- of having family be near as I
have been on my adventure with her through the years
constantly falling in love with her.
Forever walking the aisle with her.

My life is like an Ocean

My life is like the ocean of Maine. I go with the flow whenever a challenge is faced. i take on the challenges of the day and look forward to how they are going to make me a better person.

Waves of the ocean splash through the jagged rocks. Salt-laden spume flying everywhere. Sometimes I am unstable as the waves crash with great force but then at times am fairly stable after all.

Storing up prayers in Heaven.

Lord, Help me to store up some prayers to be forwarded to heaven. I read once of a man who went to heaven and was given a tour of his portion of the warehouse. On the tour, Jesus showed him of how he did not have stuff stored in heaven. I need to realize that I need to send prayers each day to God and they may be stored in His warehouse up there. It would be great to open up : time capsules" with some of the days of my life and see how my prayers and God and His angels and people have affected the history of mankind. Of me, this humble speck on earth, whom God intends to do great things through can impact others.

I look forward to the day when one of God's angels moves hi-lo truck to the warehouse bin and pulls down from a pallet the crate of scott's prayers and how they have changed the world when down on earth. I hope that bin is not empty or is not filled with regrets for not spending time with Jesus or His people.

These prayers remind me of the time I have been in Maine gift shops that sell the Maine Air in a bottle. Never bought that product, but once it gets opened the air is gone. That $2 value is lost once the cap gets opened. Yet when our prayer time capsules are opened they will bless others in heaven and ourselves as saints when we get there.

Lord, let me have the time and opportunity to share with others how new life in you is going and to have a full aisle showing off how great you are in my life. Since the theme of our church this year is God's people bring God Joy!!!!

Smile for Jesus. And a happy valentines day to you, Lord and to those who are reading this also!!!!

What were ya thinking God???

Hello God. What were you thinking when you made man. He has messed up a little since you made him. How did you actually make Jesus. That is what I want to know. I have a pretty good idea of how you made me me. A few details are a bit of a mystery though.
But how you crafted Jesus, that has been a mystery I have been pondering on my own and tossing around with my friends. If you have the answer, pop on into the facebook conversations.
Yet, you'd have to request a friend confirmation to do that. So, I will trust you to speak to me somehow to illuminate my mind. But I thank you God for the mystery. As facebook and apples must be a mystery to you.

Ever use a computer God?????

The joy of life

Life begins at the marathon
on an unroped course
releasing a flood of swimming sperm
zooming towards the throne room of the egg.
From the union of the exhausted sperm and egg, a new cell forms.
As a result of this special communion.


Bringing within it a combination of cells-each with blood circulating from within.
Being built from an architect
of which some say is a million miles away and some say as I do is
only as close as one's fingerprint.
At the heart of this new creation is a bundle of love. Being built through the generations.

In this architecture is the DNA, the jungle gym for our genes.

At the furnace of this new creation is the weaving together of the heart , full of red blood cells, that course through the arteries.

The heart bringing life and love to the hands and the feet. Feet that will dance and hands that will clap for joy. Feet and hands that will carry wounded men full of blood and those that will hold and cherish the newborn babe that will change the world.

All the while this gift is being weaved through the womb and the secret garden of the mother.
The umbilical cord tied to the mom. Swaying through the lush forest. Of sounds swooshing past the fetus's ears.

Just as the surf slurps through the scrumptious seaweed,
splashing up over the rocks.
Creating a magnificent spray of spume to the sky,
nature's form of worship to God. In its creation of the rainbow of blue and green over striated rocks.

That communion of the dad gathered at the foot of mother. Family and friends gathered next door.
Waiting for Word of the silent and joyous gathering of birth,
nine months in the making.

Oh how life is sacred and how partnering of souls brings forth life-
to start anew and to renew and celebrate the course of life throughout the generations.

Getting ready to jump for joy in the jungle gym of life.

This heart beats its drum
gently sending ripples of oxygen to a network of capillaries reaching the farthest points from the heart.