September blog posts
The following poem, A Small Prayer in a Hard Wind by Christian Wiman, speaks a truth to me. As through a long-abandoned half-standing house Only someone lost could find, Which, with its paneless windows and sagging crossbeams, Its hundred crevices in which a hundred creatures hoard and nest, Seems both ghost of the life that […]
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The image holds firm in my heart. When a deep breath in my schedule allows me indulgence, my mind takes me to a simpler, more innocent day. This image involves me, as a child, imagining living in first-century Judea, sitting and listening at Jesus’ feet as he speaks. I can hear his voice intoning gentleness
Not too long ago, someone suggested to me there must be a prerequisite condition in someone to receive God’s grace. The statement was not so much a suggestion but a challenge. Of course, this crossed the grain of everything I had been taught about grace, that it was God’s gift unmerited. The statement suggested I
The two men stood stoic. Each looked at the other knowing the path the other would choose. Silent, they departed. Years passed. The two men came near to the end of life. The one had achieved all for which he dreamt. Every goal met created for him an affirmation of his ability and prowess, a
