I think we can all agree that 2020 hasn’t turned out to be the year we thought it would be. Who would have dreamed at the beginning of the year that so much would change? Even though I had heard of Covid-19 back in January, I never imagined how much it would affect our country. … Continue reading Coronavirus, Uncertainty, and Hope
We come to Him in terms of eloquence. Pledged in poetry to build cathedrals out of words for housing adoration. And if we can, we should— words have their place in love. Jesus loved in words— but sealed that love with silence, nails, and blood. We can transliterate ourselves, rising on the wings of words, … Continue reading True Love
I like drawing hearts— crude but satisfying reflections of the bubbling swirl of warmth and determined goodwill inside us when we love. But if I could draw hearts forever, sketching galaxy to galaxy across the universe, I could not capture, even in part, the breadth of Jesus’ love. ❤️ .
Look up, all tribes of earth— Your King has come to save. Look up, oh ransacked souls, to the God who freely gave. Look up from broken trust to One with steadfast Word. Look up from tyranny to a kind and gracious Lord. Look up from dark despair to everlasting Light. Look up from stains … Continue reading Look and Live
Good people know their place and would never touch me, much less look me in the eye, probably for fear of contamination. They speak mostly of me—not to me— and then, of course, only from a holy distance. I am a sinner. In averting their eyes, they never see me— never see my awkward hands, … Continue reading Friend of Sinners
“What is this I’ve heard about you—stepping down? I’m surprised. You know You have the best position around—unparalleled prestige and all the benefits anyone could ever want. Please tell me you won’t give that up. Think of your potential, your gifts. You are more talented than anyone I know. It wouldn’t be right to let … Continue reading Advice
The distance between us is too much, if only 6 feet— close enough to speak, far enough to breathe— or choke on the pain of solitary confinement. Prison walls, at least, are kind, politely hiding what we may not have. But here the air is far too clear, showcasing glories I could not see before, … Continue reading Distanced
Oh Lord, will I see Your love today? ... Will you look? His love is written everywhere— not to feel about for—eyes shut tight— but to dare to look and read.
You are the Head. Let me be the heart— the hidden part that gives life with every move, beating, steady, till Your will is done. .
It’s love— not a move in a game for a prize we claim. It’s love— always a gift of grace. .