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