Help me stop and look at what is remarkable around me — let me see what I thought was ordinary and recognize it as hallowed ground — help me to behold the sacred, and keep hold of it, even if I panic with holy fear, so aware that I am but dust — for even … More A Prayer: to recognize God
Over the years, “I love you” has become a platitude I haven’t wanted anymore; a statement so often full of feelings of affection and good intentions and empty of embodiment — and so the one to whom these words are given too often ends up crumbling because the support that should have embodied love was … More To My Fellow Christians: reclaiming the sanctity of Love
Will humility always feel like sudden death? Like arrows in my back that force me to the ground and leave me with just enough strength to drag myself a little further and cry out, have mercy on me, Son of David! Nothing left to give but a broken body and small breath in my lungs. … More A Poem: Humble One
I am guilty of keeping a record of wrongs. Each offense wrapped around my heart — the words like chains, gripping me, cutting deeper wounds, festering, bleeding, choking out any longing to love and remain. No strength of mine can break these chains away — I need a different set of hands, Ones with nail … More A Poem: Forgiveness
I can’t count how many times I’ve been in my own home and said to myself, “I just want to go home.” But there was nowhere to go. Left with a kind of existential angst and unmet longing, in moments like these I’m usually reminded that what I’m really longing for is completeness and for … More An Exile and a Stranger
Grace is the free gift of God’s enablement. – Mildred Bangs Wynkoop I am a living thing, with a body, a soul, and a mind — living, even with a body broken, sometimes unfamiliar; living, even with a soul sometimes unexplainably sick; living, even with a mind finite, failing me into frustration. I am a … More A Poem: Living
Winter’s settling in and I know Creation’s letting go of all it bore and carried throughout the year; and it, too, is settling into the hands of Winter who offers, not death, but rest — deep, long, hungered-for rest to the hemisphere whose turn it is to stop, and wait, and sleep — if only … More A Poem: Rhythms of Winter
We’ve reached the final day of Advent – all that we’ve waited for is about to be birthed in the very life of Christ. In remembering and observing Advent the last month, I have a small idea of what the people of Israel must have felt for hundreds of years as they waited for deliverance … More One Last Thought: on Advent
I am one who is always pining for perfection: in body, soul, relationships, etc. This is usually a subconscious motive or end goal I always have churning in the back of my mind. I’m very unaware of it until it’s so obviously bursting at the seams again. I can’t escape it, this deep, intrinsic longing … More My Peace I Give to You
December 13th was the feast day of Saint Lucia. I first heard about Saint Lucia (or Lucy) last year during the Advent season, and I was quickly captured by her faithfulness. She lived in second century Rome during the reign of Emperor Diocletian. She was a Christian, and this was a time when Christianity was … More For the Joy Set Before You