Listening Up
Movement is my learning language. Stillness is my listening language. If I don’t listen up, my next move may teach me a hard lesson.
We, the prodigal people
“There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.” Luke 15:11-13 We, the […]
Dear Christine, Dear Brett
Dear Christine Blasey Ford, I believe you. For the same reason Bible scholars offer to believe the first disciples, witnesses to the resurrection of Christ. Though they could not produce physical evidence other than their first-person testimony (which varied from evangelist to evangelist) and could not provide tangible proof for investigating authorities. No, they are […]
In-formed by Love, not News
The gruesome experience “informed” his art. The break-in and near death experience, “informed” his life’s course. The death of her mother by suicide “informed” her field of study. The assault she survived “informed” her very life. What happens in our lives in-forms us. What we experience forms us, on the inside. We say we live in an […]
Sown Seed
But the seed falling on good soil is the one who hears the word and understands it. This is the one who produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.
Invited to Rest
The lake is glorious. Restful, peaceful, serene. It doesn’t shout, “Come, play with me!” It doesn’t tease, “Lookie what I’m doing.” It doesn’t tempt with rowdy revelers splashing and sailing and fishing. Well, there are quite a few fishing. No, the Lake at Junaluska just is. It is rest. It is peace. It is serene. […]
A Tree Planted by the Water
Gripping solid earth Craggy fingers reaching, still Never be thirsty
Faith, Hope and Love
Of faith, hope and love The greatest of these is love Let’s stick together
Swan Lake
Quick, no one’s looking Whoa, what’s that ahead of me I’d better wait here
When the fog lifts
Open my eyes, Lord, so I can see the wonders of your love and the way you are working in my world. My vision is obscured. May way is unsure. Dear one, trust me in the clouds and mist; in the descended fog, use your ears to listen. Fog is nothing to me. Listen for me. Look for me. I […]