Psalm 150
Praise is not a compliment, not a friendly recognition of a favor. It’s an outpouring – a soul wrenching expression of longing and loyal love. It isn’t a sugar stick, doesn’t require a smile, though it can […]
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Praise is not a compliment, not a friendly recognition of a favor. It’s an outpouring – a soul wrenching expression of longing and loyal love. It isn’t a sugar stick, doesn’t require a smile, though it can […]
I’m suspicious of victory or maybe superiority that comes from winning. Perhaps I just can’t stand to lose. No matter what, victory concerns me deeply. The manic acts of celebration halt me. I question the logic. […]
It’s just a collection of vapor. We call it rain – sometimes a storm. But it’s just a gathering of steam, an unquestioning retreat of moisture. Each molecule has its part to play in an unending dance. I […]
I saunter up to reception, pushing past the smaller guests. “One table, please.” It’s an order that I’ve framed as a request. It’s absurd because I’m supposed to be taking orders and waiting tables today – not here acting like […]
The golden creek bed waves to me. I scale the asphalt runoff to find the water teeming with playful creatures and pebbles. I sense the opportunity to build a great pool for them. I dam up the stream just before […]
Slouching in front of the pantry, staring at the tangled packages filled with nothing, replaced with hope or negligence. This is the moment where God’s compassion fills deeply. But this is also the precipice. Foul feelings shimmer […]
If I feel planted when so many are denied rooting, am I a Hebrew, disenfranchised in the desert night or Egyptian born? Am I hiding in caves or hunting? A Galilean, or am I slaughtering innocents? […]
There’s a creeping haze when you’re lost. It sets in softly at first. “Shouldn’t there be a trail marker?” “I thought the landmark was here.” Then panic is a wakened child. Frantic bees in your rib-cage signal to your infant […]
I’ve been underneath the soil – darkness so blinding my ears muffled in response. I was surrounded by friends. My dad, less than an arm’s length, but presence was lost. The imagination wants to invent monsters and false images to […]
Sometimes I sit in The Church of Nothingood and let the choir soak my spirit in terrible lies. It’s a splendid mess of modern dissonant, voices – sent to tell me how to breathe and live out loud. But I […]