Christ sacrificed
skin,
speech,
defense,
and life —
it is,
perhaps,
the least we can do
to sacrifice
our impulse
to dominate
in argument
and put
in its place
prayer.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Christ sacrificed
skin,
speech,
defense,
and life —
it is,
perhaps,
the least we can do
to sacrifice
our impulse
to dominate
in argument
and put
in its place
prayer.
When you’re
seeking something
to be grateful for,
look upon the sunset
and recall
how wonderful it is
that creation wasn’t formed
in only black and white.
It’s pain,
more than a priest,
that teaches you
how to pray.
As long as
the sun warms our skin,
the flakes give it chill,
and the fire scars it,
it is the same.
On a day
celebrating second life,
I am thankful
for the rebirth
in Christ,
that, against all odds,
my leaves again
turn green.
Forgiveness
isn’t overlooking
transgressions;
it’s seeing them
in the their
fullest, most potent
essence,
and choosing
to reconcile anyway.
(Happy Palm Sunday!)
Now that the world is silent for a moment, may we again hear the cries of the wind, the whispers of the trees, and the cadence of the river, all, and at once, singing the song of their Creator, the source of trembling power and unexpected life.
When you consider the moss and the clay, it seems wildly unreasonable that we don’t give it space in the prestigious category “beauty.” God made flowers and stars and lightning bugs, sure, but He also crafted the things less immediately radiant: the soil, the stones, the molding bark on trees. Without vibrant colors or sweet aromas, these things yield a beauty beyond senses: purpose. How beautiful it is to have purpose; has anything else ever been so tirelessly pursued?
Go ahead, give her a bouquet of molding tree bark; weed out the narrow thinkers 😉
(What else is beautiful because of its purpose or potential that we don’t traditionally honor with the title beauty?)
I cannot
help
but to admit
that I am
Barabbas,
released
to an undeserved
freedom
at the Name of Jesus.
A powerful freedom
exists in knowing
that your identity,
your unchanging essence,
and your inextricable value,
do not rest
in production,
so whether you produce
triumphs or failures
or nothing at all,
you remain
as richly radiant
as you always have.