About 91% of Jesus’ life was unseen, undocumented. His 3 year ministry is where we tend to focus, on the miracles, the parables, and of course, the greatest thing of all, the giving of His life in exchange for ours, the earth quaking, the temple veil torn, death embarrassed by limp muscles incapable of holdingContinue reading “When You Have to Return from Narnia”
Sometimes it seems that, yes, the lies have been revealed, that they have been defeated by my mind, but they will always stay lodged in my heart….each time I stand up in seeming steadiness, my feet are swept from underneath me, my head cracks loud on ice, and the wind is knocked out of me.
Every time I open that last book of his, he tells me that before I go any further, I must submit to the lens of the only beautiful type of suicide, the kind that brings life. The epigraph to The Brothers Karamazov frames what’s to come in the words spoken and incarnated by Christ: thatContinue reading “Meeting Dostoevsky”
Jaazaniah, 2003 Holding a picture and a “never, never” you were a gritter of teeth and a ram, but because you heard Him you answered yes. You stepped into a heavyset bus with orange curtains in the land of Rus, where you fell and jammed the knee to a bruise, ripening under pale skin. AContinue reading “Jaazaniah, 2003”
I sit on the sturdy plastic chair across from my doctor, a vibrant yet calming middle-aged woman who has been more of a counselor than a physician to me. “You look older,” she says. My weight is the same, my hair still that thick auburn, but I think she’s looking at my eyes. “If IContinue reading “Reorientation Ramblings”