On Dust and Bravery

“When I was young, I fell in love with story.” It was the first line that caught my attention. I knew that feeling – that falling in love with story. I’ve done that. But then the words went on, and struck even deeper chords than my love of story: the tension of roots and wings, of settling and adventuring. It […]

Nothing is Wasted: Redux

Over a year ago, I posted the lyrics to Jason Gray’s song “Nothing is Wasted” on this blog. I wrote: This has become a theme of my week – not because I’m going through anything particular, but simply the truth of it – and its applicability to past and future events. Its been, for lack of a more somber word, […]

There’s a Drought in My Hymnal

This morning, on Facebook, I posted the following as a status update: So, I always feel a bit perturbed when we sing hymns of the early 20th Century in Church. It is not that I dislike singing hymns, just that I’ve never thought the first half of the 20th Century particularly fertile soil for hymn-writers. I think to myself, “There […]

The Blind Writer

I had a professor once who said, “The writer is the one who points and says, ‘Look.’” I’ve internalized that idea so deeply that I can no longer recall who said it – the words are now mine, and I repeat them from time to time when I’m called upon to say what it is I do – I point. […]

Nothing is Wasted

This has become a theme of my week – not because I’m going through anything particular, but simply the truth of it – and its applicability to past and future events. Its been, for lack of a more somber word, “refreshing” to remember that Christ redeems sorrow and pain. The hurt that broke your heartLeft you trembling in the darkFeeling […]

Mystery

A child was born on Christmas DayBorn to save the worldBut long before the world beganHe knew His death was sureThe pain and strife secured Mystery, how He cameTo be a manBut greater stillHow His death was in His planGod predestined that His Son would dieAnd He still created manOh, what love is thisThat His death was in His hands […]