This is my “tent of meeting” where you meet with me. No pillar of cloud necessary because you live in me. This tent is a protected space where I pour out my heart and listen as you respond. Moses needed time with you,then left to do your work.Joshua was being prepared;he stayed there, meditatingand listeningContinue reading “My Tent of Meeting”
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Like a Weaned Child
Your heartbeat spins the galaxies and pats my back to calm me. You are so good, and true, and I am loved by you. Compassion is the constantinstantoutflow of your heartin perfect syncwith wisdom,beyond myopic sight.I’m nesting here,the shufflinghush ofangel wings subduing other sound.This quietwithout answersis the peace that heals my wound.And yet your WordhangsContinue reading “Like a Weaned Child”
Where is God in This?
A groan, the wrenching sound of a heart torn out, shredded… arms lifted skyward in the still of night, begging…tears pumped profuselyfrom the soul,sodden…The future disintegrates.My crumpled dreams are thrown away.I’m a discarded quarry,scraped until I’m bare.Where are you???. . . . . . .Hush child! Be still.Know that I am God.I hold you close.MyContinue reading “Where is God in This?”
He is at Work
God stretches out his arm, his right hand goes to work, and what was meant for tragedy is tweaked and tuned to good. We cannot see ahead, we don’t know when or how a dangerous trap’s been set in place to frustrate, crush or kill, But since he holds the worldsecurely in his palms,he knows!Continue reading “He is at Work”
Radical Change After Pentecost
Extraordinary hyper-power pulsates inside this fragile jar. Its fried glass, splintered to a mosaic of prisms, splits the beams to violet, green and red (shocked with gold) and casts pictures through the night onto dark walls: images of glory, stained glass come alive and radiating metaphors: a king bathing slaves’ feetwhile a woman’s hairwipes hisContinue reading “Radical Change After Pentecost”
Passion Pumps Me
passion permeates my person pumps me then plummets unwieldy but willing for you to work magic transform passion into power potent patient wielded by you Waiting is a challenge, especially when we yearn for what we’ve been told is coming. As a teen (that’s me in the photo above) when I was away at MKContinue reading “Passion Pumps Me”
But Wait!
“Go tell!” he said, “But wait!” What? Wait? We were so excited, overwhelmed with joy by all his words that made it clear: the Sacred Word had prophesied it all—his death but then this third-day miracle, life made new in him!We touched his hands,and he touched us.This was no ghost:he ate that roasted fish!And heContinue reading “But Wait!”
Peter Speaks!
He said, “Love each other.” I asked, “Where will you be?” Evasive? or just sure we could not make the grade without him? He knew this too, and said, “The only way you can bear fruit is to stay attached to me.”And yet, he went away.Hope died.When he came back hetwirled us into dreamsas heContinue reading “Peter Speaks!”
The Red of Love
Love—deep red love— came struggling through the pressure of the birth canal and landed safe in loving handsthat washed away the bloodand held him close.They did not know, not yet,that Love’s own bloodwould someday spurtfrom lashes to his back,from nails plunged straightthrough his own hands,and through his feet—blood of Life and supreme Lovethat would bringContinue reading “The Red of Love”
Open Home, Open Heart
The travelers walked in the front door, hot and dusty after hours on dirt roads. Mom always found room at the table, one built for her by Dad, big enough to welcome at least a dozen guests. She added another vegetable, salad, bread—done! There was always enough.Then, grown up, it was my turn.I learned toContinue reading “Open Home, Open Heart”
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