The grandgirl had an attitude. With her mom. And then with me. I sent her to her room. She came out in a while, asked if she could come into my office, and apologized. “I let my actions take over,” she said. Yes, yes you did. And that’s a really good insight. Where did you […]
Monday Meditation: Because the Father Turned His Face
He came on a colt. The fragrance of His coming preceded Him. A King bent on a peace mission. Hailed in the name of the Lord. But hearts would harden, spittle would fly, and fists would fall. Bone-and-metal-tipped strips would find their marks. He would be ripped apart like the temple curtain. Thorns would gash […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Sing Thanks!
Give me your lantern and compass, give me a map, So I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence, To enter the place of worship, meet my exuberant God, Sing my thanks with a harp, magnificent God, my God. ~Psalm 43:3 (Message) Singing thanks,
Saturday Snaps: Tree Blossoms
Let Wilderness turn cartwheels. Animals, come dance, Put every tree of the forest in the choir– An extravaganza before God as he comes As he comes to set everything right on earth, Set everything right, treat everyone fair. ~Psalm 96:12-13 (Message) God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and […]
Fuel for the Weekend: On Seeing Red
I was never a great fan of red. Until I studied Rahab’s scarlet cord and learned about the towla worm. And now my heart skips whenever I see it. In a bowl of berries. In a cardinal’s tuft. In a downy drop. In a flicker’s blaze. In […]
Through and Through Life: Bird Break
It’s been a long week. A long day. But it helps to stop if even for a moment to observe the birds right outside my window.
Window on Writing: When Words Won’t Come
When the body’s weary and words won’t come take a nap take a walk snap some pictures and chew on words that nourish your writer’s heart. The line of words fingers your own heart. It invades arteries, and enters the heart on a flood of breath; it presses the moving rims of […]
Textures of Text: Book Review~The Final Summit by Andy Andrews
Who: David Ponder, whisked away by the archangel Gabriel, together with a large assortment of well-known historical figures. What: A summit meeting. When: In the midst of personal distress following David’s beloved wife’s death. Where: An auditorium, presumably somewhere in heaven. Why: To answer the question, “What does humanity need to do, individually and collectively, […]
Monday Meditation: I Almost Missed It
I almost missed it. Nose in Bible. Pen in journal. But I looked up. Out into the field. And watched a male turkey try to gain the attention of several females. Who paid him no mind. He fluffed. He fanned. He followed. Back and forth. The caboose on the train. The shovel in the parade. […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Clarissa Pinkola Estes
How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all. ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes Quietly, At that point Peter got up the nerve […]
