Tag archive: faith
Screaming alongside us
Eli, Eli My God, my God, why do I forsake you while I hang on the cross of my screw-you, my hell-no, my let’s-just-get-this-over-with, my it-couldn’t-get-worse-than-this, my lies, my leanings and inclinations toward the better-for-me-worse-for-you? You’re the only one who… continue reading »
God, relationships, and an overuse of the word ‘suck’
Alright. Well. Here’s the deal: My favorite image of God is that of the Great Romancer – my husband. As a romantic, I have viewed Him this way even as a young girl. But, as we all know, relationships are… continue reading »
The Incarnation, a poem
The Incarnation Let’s talk the “Incarnation” because it is a big word for something easy for me to describe: God the baby. God, who has the power to shape-shift, turned himself from a God into a human. Sort of. It’s… continue reading »
Txt Msg
Sometimes this is how I feel. Also, I never text like this. — Txt Msg God, why ddnt u answer my txt? I sent it ystrdy at 2 pm rght aftr I rolld out of sin It said help me… continue reading »
Holy the Firm, pp. 60-62
His disciples asked Christ about a roadside beggar who had been blind from birth, “Who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” And Christ, who spat on the ground, made a mud of his spittle… continue reading »
Grace grows in winter
Grace doesn’t grow in the springtime. Grace grows in the winter, when everything’s dead, when life is the brown sludge beneath your rubber boots. It comes as a surprise. We talk about life as having seasons. In the spring, life… continue reading »
one by one by one by one
3.Late Novemberand God is deadlike the maple trees and the leaves falling out of them. You did itwith a handful of the foliage of God, yanking leavesone by one by one by one—just so you know he’s gone:he’s dead. God… continue reading »
"Sinai," from George MacDonald: an Anthology, p. 4
“[God] is against sin: insofar as, and while, they and sin are one, He is against them–against their desires, their aims, their fears, and their hopes; and thus He is altogether and always for them. That thunder and lightening and tempest,… continue reading »
Broken-down thoughts.
George MacDonald said, “Poetry is the highest form of the utterance of men’s thoughts.” Sometimes when I’m thoughtful and pensive and nostalgic and lonely and upset I write poetry. 1.I told God to sleepOn the couch. TonightI’ll sleep alone with the… continue reading »
Goforth
Hi, friends, from Sulaymaniyah. As you know from my last two posts, I started my Preemptive Love Coalition internship a few days late. (Thanks, Delta.) Tuesday was my first day; Wednesday was my first day in the office. I love… continue reading »