Deep. Beautiful. Real.
I wrote this 9 years ago on the first Easter after our son Asa died. As we anticipate Easter this year, I am reminded how Easter takes on fuller and truer meaning in the shadow of sorrow. Living through the death of my own son introduced me anew to the death of God's son. It was a moment of conversion for me. It showed me that...
Our Jesus? Hanging on a tree From a distance we see The Infinity reduced to finality The Emblem of our collective hostility Hanging on a tree For all to see our misplaced hope Our ill-placed means to cope with our fate, enwrapped in darkness’ cloak The future; fractured. Cut off from hope Like Judas: desperately... Continue Reading →
Fellow human traveler, I see you. Carrying your hopes and heading up towards the warmth of the sun. You glow in its reflection. The youth and optimism in your eyes is captivating. You remind me of myself when I first set out. Do you see me? Look further down, into the shadows. You might have... Continue Reading →
I almost lost myself… Rationale strung in knots; sentiments tempted to tear. Sight opposed belief. Crippling brokenness overwhelmed. Nihilism overtook. With clenched fists held high, flailing in the air, “How could this happen to me?!” I sat destitute with Job beside me. His arms were raw from boiled flesh. He was alone and rejected. ... Continue Reading →
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