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  • the finger of God

    the finger of God

    I see God’s creative finger in all seasons. But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls. These are the days when all that glitters is green. Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf. That also carries the color of [...]

     
  • the heart wash

    the heart wash

    I take my heart out to see if I can figure out what is wrong. The starter sounds fine—seems to be getting plenty of electricity. The tires are still good, lots of tread left. I haven’t changed the oil lately but I figure I have a few miles left on it. So [...]

     
  • forever forgive-ability of sins

    forever forgive-ability of sins

    Within today’s hand-clasped circles of Christianity, folks have drenched social media platforms with details of “doctor” Gosnell and his hell-tainted abortion clinic atrocities. Indeed, the light of truth needs to be shined into dark places; but during this righteous outcry, we must remember that among us, even in our God-knit [...]

     
  • speak life

    speak life

    I was tired. Worn out. All I could think about was the minutes (or hours) counting down until I would be fast asleep in the comfort of my own bed. You have to understand, I had just spent the last few days at a retreat where I was one of [...]

     
  • i’m selfish

    i’m selfish

    A couple of months ago, I posed a question on Facebook asking people what the biggest obstacles to serving others were. One answer pulled me back with its honesty. I’m selfish. Now, this person most definitely is not selfish, but the beautiful truth of it struck me. It’s not super [...]

     
  • the whisper that changed my life

    the whisper that changed my life

    I woke up feeling the cool breeze of the Guatemalan morning. It was refreshing as my heart had been wrecked beyond what I could imagine the days previous. Walking around the Guatemala City Dump community the previous day had left me feeling overwhelmed. My mind continually thought What are you doing here? This [...]

     
  • and then i jump

    and then i jump

    I brush the hair from my mouth and eyes, pull hands up into sweatshirt sleeves, and lean into the wind as we trudge up the path. We gather under the pavilion to struggle into harnesses, clip heavy ropes to anchor loops, tighten helmets. I feel much less brave than I [...]