The God narrative leads you by whisper and hand up a narrow path to stand on a ledge in the face of storms and earthquakes and mobs.
The Whisper is a little bit crazy.
The God narrative leads you by whisper and hand up a narrow path to stand on a ledge in the face of storms and earthquakes and mobs.
The Whisper is a little bit crazy.
Now, to love, is an art. To look deeply into each person we meet and see the form of greatness that lies within requires an artist’s eye. To be the implement that helps to bring out that form requires an artist’s touch. To blend all of the themes of a life into symphony requires an artist’s ear.
Maundy Thursday. Thursday, during the day, again we have no recorded activity. Jesus knew what was coming, He took His time getting back into town. Redemption was… Read more “Passion Week, Thursday: Foundations”
“You can fly!” sings the Wind. Though my wingless flesh can scarce believe it.
It’s hot today. I’m sitting outside of Spider House, waiting for a friend and thought I would share the moment with you, because it’s a moment. The… Read more “God of the Spider House”