A Prayer Before Writing

Holy God,who spoke a garden into a man,into a story that still keeps telling--You are the first letter on the page,the string of sense in all that is.You are the silence between the words andstory unwinding.I am not able to speak.Not only are my lips as unclean as Isaiah's,but I am afraid.And I am tired.I …

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Homesick

I copied this quote into my journal in November 1997, and finally had a name for my homesickness... "If we only had eyes to see and ears to hear and wits to understand, we would know that the Kingdom of God...is as close as breathing and is crying out to be born both within ourselves …

Tale Told Twice

Stories repeat themselves. They circle back over us, tell again.And every time they reappear, there's a chance a new story will break through, because in the Kingdom of Heaven, the teller and the listener and both part of the tale.The very best storytellers enter into the world they are telling; they story from the inside …

All in One Place

Just a note from the...what? Editor? Author? Blogger? Well, just a note from me: You can always tell when I'm too busy to do more than quickly notice what I'm thinking about because I post more quotations than my own words. It's just nice to have a placeholder, an "Ebenezer," a breadcrumb that I once …

Untamed Kingdom

So much of what the media and American culture considers "church" feels safe and cozy to those on the inside, but it's not really a force for good in our world.Church should never be confused for Kingdom, though. And the Kingdome of God is like C. S. Lewis's Aslan -- good, but not always safe. …

Winds of Homecoming

Today I remembered some lines from Rilke:Ah, not to be cut off,not through the slightest partitionshut out from the law of the stars.The inner -- what is it?if not the intensified sky,hurled through with birds and deepwith the winds of homecoming.I don't know if Rilke knew he was talking about the Kingdom of Heaven, but …

Light Gathered

It is called Sunsetonly when the last sliver dips below the horizonThen, twilight—The long drain off of light.Duskcomes only at His behest,the very last touch.A long night will passlike seeds waiting to shoot up from the ground.Dawn, too,begins only at His call--when the earliest light touches the sky.Again, then twilight,as color gathers before the sun.It …

Old Treasures New

I have been reading through my old journals, returning to glimpses of a self I started to become before I detoured into long, desolate distance.Tonight, this beautiful gem was uncovered from 1996 -- written by an old literary companion, Wendell Berry:"Care...rests upon genuine religion. Care allows creatures to escape our explanations into their actual presence …