2020. If you've tuned into modern Christianity for the past few months or so you know what everyone has been saying about this easy play-on-word. Vision. Clarity. 2020. Cute, most think, at best. I think it's deeper, though. All throughout the Bible we find word association, plays on words, and poetic, pictorial imagery that uses … Continue reading From Navel-Gazing To Glory-Gazing (To ADORE Him)
i knew it was only a matter of time, before you broke my mind, broke me. yet my heart remained intact. you are too beautiful for my mind to comprehend, too wonderful for my intellect to dissect, too powerful for my tongue to explain. you are not a mirror, you are a fire. you are … Continue reading earth/embrace
brother, my brother! why do you slumber? why do you sleep? the world awaits you, yet still you close the curtains, and draw your eyelids shut. what monsters hide in the closets of your infant mind? what horror lurks in the shadows of your anxious thoughts? will you never rouse yourself, and see the morning … Continue reading brother, my brother!
if the undoing of my body is the doing of my spirit, then i shall be undone. this body is a cross, and how i wish i could rid myself, of its weight. surely wood might be easier to bear. idols of wood and stone we do not worship. Baal has been formed from, blushed … Continue reading body/baal
2019. WHAT A FREAKING YEAR. Hills and valleys doesn't quite seem to do it justice. To say that I was ecstatic to raise my glass and ring in the new year last week is an understatement. I was done with 2019. Done. Was it really that bad? Probably not. At least, not as bad as … Continue reading What I Learned In 2019
there is no earthquake violent enough, no whisper small enough, no atom or attempt at love unseen, unheard, uncaught by his Spirit. does he not fill the heavens? do you think that little earth might contain him? there is no darkened room, no space in between intimate bodies, no edge of a roof, no opened … Continue reading atom/earthquake
the wheel turns, the chandelier swings, and chains only break when mad men decide to break them. life isn't some sort of gambler's paradise, nor is it a puppet show. life isn't linear, it's cyclical, tumultuous, and ambivalent. no donkey interpreted the words of the angel for me, i was the donkey. the prophet beat … Continue reading ambivalence