God’s about to mess in our business. And, when God sends a star, follow. When darkness has reigned and light is given, open your eyes and move toward it. There, as we lay our gifts before the One we cannot possibly understand or apprehend, we receive the greatest gift of all – life, and that more abundantly.
Because of this single barnyard scene, we are now beholden of God, our heads pressed against his bosom as a called out community of little ones, crying out to suckle. And, to a parent, not even our worst smells could make them love us any less.
The transforming power of The Story is that it isn’t a red carpet parade of A-list luminaries. No, the Gospel is peopled by nobodies. Forgotten ones. Little people in a BIG STORY. Anna is one of those.
Israel once had a song. Now, even the desire to sing was a distant memory. God often comes when we’re no longer even looking.
In the long, bone-chilling, pre-Advent silences, like those who went before us, we too must wait.
In the economy of God we do not trip blindly into that dark night. We dance blithely in the arms of a particularly good dancer, unafraid to take the lead and with whom every spin is ultimately in the “right” direction.
Is it not strange that God bids us ask, seek and knock when, with little room for doubt, we stand squarely at the center of the very hurricanes from which we then seek God’s rescue? And yet, God beckons us to come. Why? I share here the three greatest gifts to my prayer life. Ever. …
Life as concerto. The concerto, as a musical device, is specifically constructed to give singular voice to one or more particular instruments in the larger collective we call the orchestra. The task of the conductor is to allow the instrument in question the fullest opportunity for it to shine against the broader backdrop of musical community. …
From time to time, my soul is afflicted with a deep and annoying restlessness. I could describe it as a famine of soul– like standing alone in a banquet hall, glasses and plates strewn about hinting at that which had gone before but now lacking the music and the guests. Might it even be a …
Fairly consistently, since about 1985, I’ve kept a journal. Well, I write in them. I write the stuff that happens to me in them, the stuff happening in and around me. It’s cathartic in one sense, having the cleansing effect of affecting a greater “soulishness” about the way I live and relate to my world. …
