Whether it was a great monster, leviathan, fish, or whale The nasty beast carried him off into a living hell. Within its belly for three terrifying dark days Jonah there learned to sing of God’s praise. Not in the lesson
Take a Seat
How was his posture up on the stone? Having unhinged and rolled it all on his own. No pride, or boasting, or posturing for self glory, for he knew he was a servant to the Author of the story. Was
Broken, Cast Out, Restored
In the beginning, God created. Yet the pinnacle of creation devastated the relation of man with Creator by listening rather to the original hater. A twist of truth, a hint of deceit, was all it took to unplant the feet
Face of an Angel, Yet Murdered
Face of an Angel, Yet Murdered Chosen to serve the needy and poor, he didn’t see this as dutiful chore. Full of faith, Spirit and Power, Stephen was brought to a heavy dark hour… Or a Light moment in
Outsiders and Insiders of Hope
From Your throne You did descend, broken world, hearts, and covenants to mend. A bed not made or offered for you, rather a mess we gave of Gentiles and Jews. The Angels sang to the lowly of men, Shepherds of
Hostility Embraced, Only by Grace
“Merry Christmas” was not made possible without a Savior embracing a world in hostile hate against Him. What is Christmas if it is not the greatest expression of enemies being won over by love? When I say enemies, I mean
What Does it Mean to have Christ in Christmas?
After reading a sign yesterday, Sophie asked me: What does it mean to put Christ back in Christmas? We briefly discussed the confusion of X in the ABCs and X in Greek etc.(that’s as far as my Greek
This Is Our Narrative (T.I.O.N.)
As I was thinking about Advent and how God’s people in the Old Testament anticipated the coming of Christ for thousands of years, I was reminded of God’s story, or “HiStory” as it has been said. In Christ we are
The Longest Temporary War
He’s not asleep, nor slumbering alone, but is more than aware of what we’ve done to our home. Blood has been spilled by the oldest of brothers, Leaving heart shattering pain for our first ever mother. And sin marches on
The Servants Name was Malchus
A poem inspired from reading John 18:1-14, Luke 22:51. May we hear and see God’s love and hear His voice. The first ears were made in the garden of Eden. How appropriately awesome for Jesus to “grow” another in this