Category Archives: The Gospel According to Peter

I am not a collector of histories They do not wedge in my mind The way gills catch in a net

You came to my door at midnight      asking for snakes I’m sorry, but I have no snakes for you      I am not sleeping But no, I have no snakes for you

Lord, who will be allowed into your presence When you come into your own upon Zion?

My neighbor snuck up behind me And tried to steal my cloak I said Here, take my shirt too He did, he and his buddies

Do you know the man really likes you? Jesus likes you. He really likes you. He’s got something in mind for you. Aren’t you curious about that?

Follow, and walk not in darkness For I am the Light of the world

It’s hard to know what to write      And would it matter if I did?

Jesus didn’t show, did he? Is it that he thinks he has better things to do—or a rendezvous with a demon? Oh, but then he arrives this morning, adds the misery of chastisement that endures. He’ll keep it up—forever!

How wonderful and pleasant ’tis      Or so that I have heard When brothers live in harmony…      And walnuts split in thirds.

It was inevitable that I should come. “Bring one of the children here,” Jesus said.