There will be books written about this time in the United States’ history. I’m sure many are already being written. What does all this mean? Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Where does the truth lie? Do we even have the ability to know anymore? I can’t sort it all through. The deepest truth I can findContinue reading “The Truth About The Election…At Least For Me”
Fear is our oar now. Thrown overboard is love. And we are sinking. The cracks spread below The surface of the water. Hate slowly fills us. Sharks surround, waiting To feast. We don’t lift our eyes. “Fight for what you have!” Love asks for too much, I guess—to open our hearts And loosen our grip.Continue reading “Fear Is Our Oar Now”
After the shootings in Louisiana, Minnesota, and Dallas this last week and the attack at the Istanbul airport the week before, my soul will not rest, my heart is moving toward despair, and my body actually hurts with the loss of life. I don’t have words, but I have a bunch of questions that I’veContinue reading “Some Questions I’m Asking”
They will know us by our love, he said. But we are known by who we hate. Go and do likewise, he said. But we have gone and done the opposite. You are the light of the world, he said. But we spread darkness and judgment. Love your neighbor, he said, and your enemies too.Continue reading “A Lament in Haiku”
–A reading of Matthew 7:21 and 25:44 Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean the bread on my shelves, did you? The food pantry does great work. Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean the water from my faucet, did you? The wells in Africa serve hundreds. Lord! Lord! You didn’t mean my room, my bed, did you? TheContinue reading “Lord! Lord!”
New mercies always seemed like supernatural, hard-to-miss displays of souls coming out of darkness and bodies coming into healing. Look at that! How amazing! But then I caught the brave dandelion heads waiting for the noon winds to render them stems to spread their life; And a tiny sparrow pick a buried twig out of overgrown grass to surroundContinue reading “New Mercies”
May the seeds be plentiful. May the sun fall warm on my wings. May the winds be light. May I be generous with the twigs and ribbons I discover in backyards and beneath trees. May I find my way home. And may my song fill the air.
Here I am, Lord. Yours alone. Quiet my mind. Open my heart. Release my hands. I am listening.
“Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old orderContinue reading “Longing for the Good”
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. – Ecclesiastes 3:11 I can tend to get a little lost at the end of the calendar year. I forget theContinue reading “How All the Pieces Fit Together”