To sink down. To be depressed. That’s one way the BLB describes worship. Men and women prostrate on their faces when the holy presses in. Worship is God’s thumb on the heart. Deflating self. Elevating spirit. Worship is breathless in the face of breath. In all the wild and wonder. In all the chaos and confusion. […]
Monday Meditation: Green Like Worship–A Poem
Green like worship summer dreams swim in rippled cloud ponds. Fern fronds bow and stately trunks stretch skyward. Arms reach for heaven hushed by monarch majesty and ancient words carved in dusty walls by shanty boy ghosts seated on log pews. Hymns echo through pine-carpeted cathedral and the sacred pours into lemonade lakes. […]