SOUP COLD CRAZY
The following is a poem from when I was in college. It is meaningful to me because it represents a period in my life when my spiritual heat got turned up a notch:
My soup is cold
and I complain
“this lousy food
drives me insane”
I paid good money
I want good food
you get what you pay for
I’m not being rude
but wait, what’s that?
as I ponder my stew
a voice from above
“this soup tastes like you”
does Jesus think this
with each taste of me?
having paid my great price
when He hung on that tree
does he get what he paid for
or am I getting cold?
by His blood I’ve been purchased
but each day I’m still sold
I sell out to the world
and it’s pleasures so cheap
it feels good for awhile
but then pain’s all I reap
in need of a plan
and one that won’t fail
put a sign on my heart
“no longer for sale”
I’m already owned
by the King of all kings
and I want to be hot
so hot His mouth stings
“So because you are lukewarm – neither hot nor cold – I am about to spit you out of my mouth” (Revelations 3:16) (NIV)
It is my prayer for all of you that, as this Ignite series draws to a close, it will be a time that you will be able to look back on and say that your spiritual heat definitely got cranked up.
FLAME ON!
- Chuck Deitch


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