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Continue reading →: PiercedThe streets are quiet now. The lights are dim Inside the houses that we passed to find This stable at the back of Bethlehem. My body is exhausted, but my mind Runs back to what the man in white declared – Yes; Gabriel – when instantly I knew My girlhood…
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Continue reading →: The Burning. Aloft they rise, mute torches in their flame-orange hour, Lining the silent corridors of pastured power; Strewing their leaves with practiced hand and calmer mien Than we who watch with tears unshed, with grief unseen, As Ceres’ touch along the golden ranks of corn One last time, then sighs…
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Continue reading →: The Feast. Red fruits and dark-skinned olives piled high Thick cuts of meat are steaming to the sky The soft bread oven-warm beside the oil As grape-globes show between the chinks of foil . Salami slices stacked in tidy rows And slowly the rich scent of goat-cheese shows The gentle sweetness…
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Continue reading →: BitterI hate the cold. Ok, that is probably too strong. So maybe I just hate how I feel when it’s cold. But the older I get, the more I feel it. All the way into my bones. It is a slowness, a constricting, a paralyzing, unfriendly bitterness that makes me…
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Continue reading →: EvangelizoI see him, but not now; my eyes behold His glory, but not near. A Star shall come Of Jacob’s line; from Israel, a Sceptre.
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Continue reading →: The RideShe once gazed long and pensively away As waves lapped softly at the pier
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Continue reading →: Book Review: When Narcissism Comes to Church“Narcissism is the longing to be freed from longing.” With these words, Chuck DeGroat unveils one of the most important works on practical ministry I have read. It is a book on narcissism in the church.





