Month: November 2025

Honey Drop #15: Forgive Them Anyway

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“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” — Luke 23:34

The cross was God’s megaphone 

He stood at the mic, the letter folded in his pocket. The words he’d written were raw, honest, and deserved. But as the crowd leaned in, he felt the weight of something deeper — condemnation and mercy. Not vindication, but release.

The comfort – the tension

The tension is sharp: forgiveness feels like surrender when pain still pulses. But comfort rises in the realization that forgiveness isn’t weakness — it’s wisdom. It’s choosing to be free, even when the wound still whispers.

The drop

The dying man’s voice was loud, announcing the full accomplishment of his mission. Dying people usually speak in hushed tones and none have been known to choose to give up their life.  “Life from the dead” becomes a chant that fills any stadium where people contemplate their destiny. Knowing that countless individuals would close their eyes to the truth, the speaker was sure that the path forward was to forgive them anyway.

Honey Drop 14: The Wait and the Weight of Care

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A meditation on the burden and beauty of tending souls


Scenario: 
He didn’t rush to respond. The message sat unread, not because he didn’t care — but because he cared too much. The ache of tending souls had taught him that urgency isn’t always holy. Some burdens require time to breathe before they’re lifted.

“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” — Galatians 6:2

Tension and Comfort: 


The tension lies in the timing: when to carry, when to wait, when to speak. The weight of care is not just in the burden itself, but in the discernment of how to hold it. Comfort comes in knowing that waiting is not neglect — it’s reverence.

Honey Drop – Distilling the Sweetness: 


True care is not hurried. It listens longer, lingers deeper, and loves without a stopwatch. The sweetness is found in the slow miracle — that bearing with someone is sometimes more healing than bearing for them.

Celebrate the weight of waiting


Leader: 
We waited for them to speak. 
We waited for them, they sleep. 
We waited for them to return. 
And the weight was love.

People: 
We carry our fears,
We grasp at rebellion,
We forget our dreams,
And the weight was holy.

Leader: 
He waited for them to listen. 
He waited for them to heal. 
He waited for them to forgive. 
And the weight was truth.

People: 
We carried secrets. 
We bore wounds. 
We invoke many names. 
And the weight was sacred.


Leader: 
We waited for them to understand. 
We waited for them to ask. 
We waited for them to grow. 
And the weight was patience.

People: 
We carried their questions. 
We bore their silence. 
We held their futures. 
And the weight was promise.

Leader: 
He waited in the garden. 
He waited on the cross. 
He waited by the fire. 
And the weight was glory.

All: 
He carried our shame. 
He bore our betrayal. 
He held our hope. 
And the weight was love.

Honey Drop 13: son of man

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And He said, “The one who sows the good seed is the Son of Man… (Matthew 13:37)

The scene

The garden, so familiar to Adam’s family, comes to portray the productivity of human beings, and the certain judgment of the Gardener. The planting and the harvesting contain drama that shakes our balance.

The comfort – the tension

Not only good seeds – apple, fig, tomatoes – but weeds that will be burnt up as unwanted. Forgetting that weeds can look like wheat, or that the son of man is both God and man will make a disturbing aroma of something less than love.

The drop

The line of demarcation between good seed and bad seed, between wheat and weeds, does not erase the common humanity, which, under any circumstance in the current age, deserves some sweetness amid the inevitable bitterness. United in the garden parable and our reality is divinity and humanity, without controversy in the Son of Man.

Honey Drop 12: The Net of Truth

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So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, 153 of them. And although there were so many, the net was not torn. (John 21:11 ESV2011)

For those who know that truth is caught, not claimed

Petal Dive

🔹 The Catch


Leader: 
They cast the net — 
Not knowing what would come. 
They obeyed the voice — 
And truth came up.

People: 
Not just fish. 
Not just fullness. 
But the forgotten mission 
Truth and disciples in abundance.

Leader: 
He said, “I am the truth.” 
And the net did not tear. 
The catch was complete. 
The truth held.



All: 
We cast our lives 
Into Your word. 
We haul up 
What You have spoken. 
And the net is full 
Of truth.

Honey Drop 11: The Hive Remembers

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Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, (Hebrews 12:1)

For those who run because others ran

From the petal to the hive

🔹Witnesses all around

Leader: 
We are not alone. 
We are surrounded. 
Not by ghosts— 
But by witnesses.


People: 
They ran before us. 
They prayed for us. 
They endured for us. 
And now—they watch.


Leader: 
Their memory is not weight. 
It is wind, not burden. 
It is blessing.


All: 
The hive remembers. 
We run with them. 
We run because of them.


🔹 Throw Off / Run With Perseverance

Leader: 
We throw off what clings.  We cast down what slows. 
We run—  not to win,  but to finish.

People: 
We run with perseverance, with memory, with fire, with love.

Leader: 
This is not a sprint.  It is a covenant.  Not a race for glory— 
But a journey of grace.

All: 
The hive remembers.  Still we run. We run together.

🍯 Benediction: The Cloud and the Comb


Leader: 
We are not alone. 
The cloud surrounds. 
It is not memory— 
It is presence.

People: 
They are not past. 
They are with us. 
They are not gone. 
They are glory.

Leader: 
We run not to escape, but to arrive. 
We run toward the comb — where sweetness is made 
From endurance.

All: 
Let the cloud carry us.  Let the race refine us. 
Let the hive receive us.  And let the honey flow.

honey-sipping bee

More honey tomorrow!

Honey Drop 10: Pollen and Purity

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For those who know that holiness is not sterile

“Therefore, behold, I will allure her, Bring her into the wilderness And speak kindly to her. “Then I will give her her vineyards from there, And the valley of Achor as a door of hope. And she will sing there as in the days of her youth, As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt. “It will come about in that day,” declares the Lord, “That you will call Me Ishi And will no longer call Me Baali. (Hosea 2:14-16)


Leader: 
I Myself will allure her. 
Not a messenger. 
Not a shadow. 
But I.

People: 
You do not delegate desire. 
You do not outsource love. 
You come Yourself. 
To woo.

Leader: 
You are alluring— 
Not commanding. 
You draw us out 
With tenderness.

All: 
Allure us, O God. 
Lead us out. 
Make us holy 
In the wild.

Lead / Speak / Call


Leader: 
You lead— 
Not chase. 
You speak— 
Not scold. 
You call— 
Not claim.

People: 
You lead us gently. 
You speak to our ache. 
You call us “My wife.”

Leader: 
This is not control. 
This is communion. 
Not distance— 
But delight.

All: 
Lead us, Lord. 
Speak to us. 
Call us Yours. 
Make us pure 
By Your love.

Love: never outsourced

Honey Drop 9: The Sting and the Song

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Arouse Yourself, why do You sleep, O Lord? Awake, do not reject us forever. Why do You hide Your face And forget our affliction and our oppression? For our soul has sunk down into the dust; Our body cleaves to the earth. Rise up, be our help, And redeem us for the sake of Your lovingkindness. (Psalms 44:23-26)

For those who trust enough to protest

Instead of the buzz of busy wings we hear this litany.

Leader: 
Only the faithful say, 
“Why are You sleeping?” 
Only the beloved cry, 
“Rouse Yourself.”

People: 
We remember Your voice. 
We remember Your fire. 
But now— 
You are still.

Leader: 
We do not accuse a stranger. 
We plead with our God. 
We do not shout into the void. 
We whisper into Your silence.

All: 
Awake, O Lord. 
Rouse Yourself. 
We are Yours. 
We are waiting.

Do Not Reject Us / Do Not Hide Your Face

Leader: 
Only the chosen ask, 
“Why do You reject?” 
Only the seen can feel 
Your hidden face.

People: 
We are not cast off. 
But we feel cast down. 
We are not forgotten. 
But we feel unseen.

unseen.

Leader: 
This ache is covenantal. 
This protest is praise. 
We name the silence 
Because we know Your voice.

All: 
Do not reject us. 
Do not hide. 
We trust You still. 
We seek Your face.

Rise Up / Redeem Us

Leader: 
Only the remembered say, 
“Rise up.” 
Only the redeemed cry, 
“Redeem us.”

People: 
We do not sing 
Because pain is gone. 
We sing 
Because promise remains.

Leader: 
This is not doubt. 
This is devotion. 
This is not despair. 
This is the song.

All: 
Rise up, O God. 
Redeem us. 
The sting is real. 
But so is the song.

Litany to the God who appreciates a protest

Honey Drop 8 – “The Wealth of Nothing”

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📅 November 08 


📖 2 Corinthians 6:10 — “As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing everything.”
Scenario


Scenario


Paul lived with two faces—not in deceit, but in devotion. Like the Roman god Janus, he stood at the threshold of sorrow and joy, lack and abundance. But unlike myth, Paul’s paradox was patterned after Christ Himself—who thirsted while giving drink, who died to give life. The apostle didn’t hide the tension. He bore it. And in that bearing, he revealed a kingdom that flips every earthly measure.


A tense journey


This verse doesn’t resolve the paradox—it honors it. Sorrow and joy aren’t opposites here—they’re companions. Poverty isn’t shame—it’s generosity. Emptiness isn’t failure—it’s freedom. Paul’s life was a contradiction, and that contradiction was holy. The tension doesn’t mean something’s wrong. It means something’s real. And Christ lived it first.

Sweetness Drop


I held nothing, 
but You held me. 
I gave what I didn’t own,  and made others rich. 
My tears didn’t cancel my praise— 
they baptized it. 
And in the ache of lack, 
I found the wealth of nothing.