April 22, 2019

“This Monday is Different” No one likes the day after Sunday. We cringe at the thought of this day. So we lay ever so still wrapped in safety. With uncertainty and trepidation we crack open an eye — only one we dare. We peer out as if behind a mother’s apron. With hope we pray this Monday is not like others past — That doom is still upon us because of Sin. That we still have an Accuser who will confess our… Read more

April 20, 2019

“April Fool’s Day” Death thought he had won the day. He laid man to rest on a bed of stone. He felt the fibers of the universe crumble. He witnessed the tears of human despair. He licked his lips with satisfaction and hunger. He knew nothing could stop his feasting. He held up his cup of bittersweet victory. But there was no room in the tomb. Read more

February 22, 2019

It was late May midmorning day when my friend Pat and I arrived at the base of Barnes Butte. The sun was melting away the chill in the air, and we knew if we didn’t get going up the trail soon we’d get caught out on the open trail with the scorching noonday sun. Pat and I hiked Barnes Butte at the last minute, so we didn’t have all the things someone takes on hikes like food and water. Pat… Read more

February 11, 2019

My dream and the calling I believed God put on my heart was falling apart. I wanted to quit it all—God and life. And it was thoughts of quitting the latter that kept me up at night, tossing and turning. Then a wolverine struck me in the chest and everything in my life changed.   Barry Lopez tells a story in his essay, “Landscape and Narrative,” about a hunter who follows a wolverine’s tracks for miles. This hunter occasionally spots… Read more

December 24, 2018

“When Christmas Smelled Like Dung” Nothing is untouched from the smell of hay and dung. Even my little baby lying there in dust and hay is absent of a newborns scent. What do newborns smell like, anyway? Why are all these people here? Why do they keep staring? What do they want? Are they going to take my baby? Or is it my baby, I’m not sure anymore? No one can blame new parents for wondering these things. So much is… Read more

December 23, 2018

  Today is Christmas Eve eve. I was hoping I could find words to share with you about some profound thought I have about Advent, but I can’t because I don’t. If you take a peek on the internet, there’s plenty of people a lot smarter than me coming up with all kinds of insights both new and old about Advent. Sometimes we get so caught up in the zingers and zappers of pop-theology we lose the mundane beauty of… Read more

December 20, 2018

Poem: “The Day Christmas Shattered” I’m always a reminder of that day. A photo. A faded G.I. Joe action figure. The smell of Christmas trees. That photo. My sister in a pink button-up shirt, sitting next to our dad, with caution and trepidation. Me on the other side. I’m in a striped maroon LaTigre polo shirt—it’s too tight on me. I look nervous and sad and lost. My dad in the middle. Brown collared shirt under a white sweater under a light brown… Read more

December 14, 2018

Listen, Lord, please have mercy on us, for we have sinned. It’s hard for us Christians to accept responsibility as a group for abuse and other wrongs that happen within the Church. We live in an individualistic society; and somehow the Church has become tribal and individualistic. I believe it’s because of bad theology, hunger for power and thirst to always be right. It’s easier to point the finger at the abuser or those who’ve been abused than to accept… Read more

December 10, 2018

“The Art of I Don’t Know” I read about a lady who said, “I didn’t know.” She’s now dead to many people. Love wrapped around expectations can send people to hell if you’re not careful. Why can’t we say, “I don’t know,” and still go to heaven? How in the hell do those people know anyway? Read more

December 9, 2018

I was a shy kid, and spent most of the time outside playing by myself or reading books, like the Encyclopedia Britannica. I didn’t have many friends because I was introverted and unsure of myself. When I had friends, something would happen which made the relationship complicated and then broken. This would cause me to retreat into my introverted-self and avoid the world. By doing this, I missed out on having deep and rich relationships, and my worldview became limited to… Read more

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