“Oh no, for real?” I thought to myself as the band began to play. “Of all the Christmas songs, why this one? Can’t we sing “Oh Come Emmanuel” or something? This is a kid’s song…”
Despite my internal protests, the drums beat steadily, soon followed by the incessant refrain: “PA RUM PUM PUM PUM.”
And then I started to cry. Continue reading “God in all the Wrong Places”
The Word that spoke the world
Entered it
Author existing in his own story;
choosing to be part of its limited scope,
it’s half-developed language,
its inescapable plot. Continue reading “Word Incarnate”
A young child dissolved in giggles at his very first joke,
repeating the punch line in sheer bliss
A red-cheeked adventurer standing high above the town
on a sapphire-blue morning, enraptured in the frosty air Continue reading “Delight”
The most important questions cannot be asked with a
what,
when,
where,
why,
how.
The fundamental questions require a Who. Continue reading “Ask Me a Question…”
An expectant mood permeated the room. Seven men, all of them close friends of Jesus, sat waiting. Continue reading “In the Light of Dawn”
Sometimes as I lie awake at night, my head begins to feel heavy with the clutter piling up in the recesses of my mind. Continue reading “Pillow Talk”
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Your love, O Lord, has substance I can feel,
A weight that holds this anxious wand’rer still,
Arrested by the strange, forgotten peal
Of heart-strings played at their Creator’s will.
