Poems from Pursuit
Its light in colors lived and died
uncaptured,
a world apart
from all the raw and strain
upon my dimming heart…
Poems from Meet Me at the Cross
Flesh?
Yes. Songs and sores.
Sleep and eat.
“Oh sacred heart now bleeding”
All man-defined was there.
Spirit?
You bet…
Three Rifles
We used to keep a gun, hidden and unloaded. The shells were separate, in an unlikely spot under scraps of fabric in a sewing closet. In our rural township guns are tools, just like kitchen knives and garden spades. When they’re needed, they’re needed. So we guarded that gun and shells—for emergencies.
Essays in Ephesians #1
Some are personal devotions, others were written for group prayer, some are exegetical, and some tell stories. Some illustrations are true, others…
Praying in the Spirit
I DON’T LIKE the phrase, New levels, new devils. At every “level” I find old devils right where I am. I have trouble separating the idea of being seated with Christ in Heavenly Places with my own limited mental take on “levels.” Climbing up feels like work to me, like aspiring to a position […]
Divergent Thinking
Resting in the presence of God frees the mind to play, wander, explore. Contemplating total Otherness is mysterious. It spawns worship, healing, relationship, art, and sometimes, thought. The following ideas about creation/evolution surfaced in a quiet time—one set aside to rest in God.
Face Off With Fear
Fear is sweeping our country like a pandemic contaminating us with disease, like a shadow intimidating our globe with its darkness. To survive whole, we must face each fear head on—and overcome.
