Poem

Living the Resurrection

Living the Resurrection

Because you see, we are the eyewitnesses.  No one’s going to put together enough circumstantial evidence to convince this cynical world that God exists.  It’s got to be you and me and the whole family of God who take our little glimpses of God and the resurrection, our joyous disbelief and go out from Jerusalem and Granville, and Columbus, wherever we hang our hats, to tell the story, to live with our convictions instead of our anxieties, to live with the excitement of the resurrection.  We can’t wait for all our doubts to be calmed and all our fears to be worked out.  We’ve received God’s word and the way ahead of each of us is full of possibilities.

Our challenge as Christians, our challenge as the church is to keep our eyes open for those resurrection moments, and to shake off any temptation to travel the same ground over and over again with the predictability of a lawn mower.  Dream of motorcycles.  Cut new roads, and take this old baby out, give her some gas and just see what she can do.

Living in the Layers

Living in the Layers

And I knew in my darkest night, however messed up my life had become, that God could use it as the fabric to weave something new. What I saw as a hopeless tangle was the backdrop for something more beautiful.

“How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses?” the poet asks. The only way I know is this: to see God hand leading us through all of our lives, through all the transformations we experience, the twists and turns we have faced, and still will. 

Being Idle, and Blessed

Being Idle, and Blessed

In a world like that, how do we learn how to notice things? To linger over anything? To pay attention, deeply, to the world God made and loves?

There’s something about that, about being in the space of God’s creation that gets us out of our own heads, which frankly can be very scary places.

There’s something about being in touch with something beautiful in nature, something greater than ourselves and our own worries.

There’s something about lingering that calms us down, that brings us to a place where we can breathe more deeply, and feel more grounded, and notice, simply notice, what is good and right and beautiful.

It’s like we’re re-training our mind’s eye to see, really see, with eyes full of light.