The Body Doesn’t Lie
What good is a body? Its senses offer awareness.Its movements exercise connectedness. Its behavior shows what it is thinking.Its responsiveness proves its attention.Its spontaneity, a display of flexibility.Its skill, evidence of its teaching. Its performance shows that it has practiced.Its coordination calls on its balance.Its competence demonstrates its consistency.Its record shows its preparation. A body grows when it […]
Thank you tosses and goes, Gratitude stays and helps
“I can say what I want. It’s a free country!” the kid said, shoving his friend a little harder than a friend shoves a friend. The rest of us standing in line to board the flight pretended not to notice these boys ‘doing what boys do’. That kid is feeling pretty free. I’m thinking he probably has […]
What is your place of abiding?
“Jesus came for a far more radically transforming purpose than to serve as a role model. Jesus came to invite us into a living relationship with him, to abide, live and move in his spirit, as the branch abides in the living vine. Just as the bird does not imitate the air or the fish […]
Firm Outside, Flexible Inside
Inflexible, rigid, immovable, carved in stone…There’s a place for these, but in me is not that place. I’m meant to give. My body says so. I’m meant to be flexible, able to bend against the storms of life and not snap. I’m meant to be supple, easily folded, twisted and worked into shape. I’m meant to be […]
Kinesthetic Christian: Write, Rest, or Revise?
Dear friends, May I call you that? You, who faithfully (or only occasionally) read what I write here at the Kinesthetic Christian? I regularly struggle with what it means, and what I mean, when I say I am a kinesthetic Christian. It is easier to say what I don’t mean: I don’t mean you have […]
Perfectly Proportioned
It’s empty now.Empty of the thimble that belonged to Momand the fragile figurine. Gone is thetiny pot with matching tea cups,spattered in blue paint. And themini toilet seat with lifting lid. Even the infant starfishthat accidentally tagged alongin our dive bag is somewhere’s else.So many treasures,gone missing orset aside for later days. It’s empty now.As […]
Sticky Fingers Don’t Leave Prints
It’s terrible having sticky fingers. No, not the kind that pull what doesn’t belong to you off the department store shelves. I’m no thief. I don’t steal stuff. I feel stuff. Everything I touch has a sense, a texture, a tone, a pinch, a puff, a cuddle, a rebuff. It’s slippery or slimy, it’s sticky […]
Making Space for Him to do More
How I do love to make myself useful. In fact, that instruction still rings gently in my ears from my mother, frustrated that I had too much time on my hands with nothing to do. “Go make yourself useful,” she’d say good-naturedly. And I would go and be about some other twaddling as a teen […]
The Life of a Book
My paternal grandfather didn’t set out to be a writer. In fact, I’m told he wanted to be an opera singer. These aspirations took him traveling across Germany where he learned to speak the language fluently and, as it turns out, fell in love with the life and writings of Martin Luther. So much so […]
It’s Complicated – Not
Complexity is temporary for the truthful. A web weaved by one who intends to deceive stays intricate, tangled, confounding. It’s meant to lose people along its way. But the person of truth breaks down the steps, untwists the turns, and unfolds the bending to free the one strand used to form it all. What a […]