“We may ignore, but we may nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with God. God walks everywhere incognito. And the incognito is not always hard to penetrate. The real labor is to remember, to attend. In fact, to come awake. Still more, to remain awake.” ~C.S. Lewis in Letters to Malcolm […]
still saturday: every morning
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky–as though all night they had thought of […]
still saturday: there is a line
“There is One who tells her where her proud waves halt. You can point to her limits, her boundaries. There is a line where wet sand meets dry, and the line is wavy and it changes with the tides. “But there is a line and God draws it with his finger. “We want to […]
still saturday: walking poetry
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10 (NASB) God calls you his workmanship, his poiemia. What happens when God writes poetry? We do. We happen. We are walking poetry, the kind that moves, the kind who has hands and feet, the kind with […]
