There’s emerald blue water and birds nestled on the peaks of vibrant rock walls. There is the fragrance of the sea, salt mixed with hot air. A sun that does not burn. A breeze that gently cuts through our fingers. The skyline mosaic painted in strands of autumn and crimson. Giggles ring from happy children, […]Read Post ›
Shadow and flame Torch and lyre Beauty and shame The end…the end… Hope and despair Loss and gain To tremble and not care The end…the end… Person or people Gnashing of teeth Panting of sorrows Spilling of grief To approach and depart To prophesy and not see To cast and be left out The end…the […]Read Post ›
Today is a good day Yea, today is a good day. No, the wind didn’t blow the storm clouds away. But the light shines through, I say, I say, today is a good day. Yea, today is a good day. No, my patience is still thin and my hair is still gray. But my heart […]Read Post ›
Agenda, Truth and lies, Intermingled. Screaming, “What am I supposed to believe?” Are we more magician than neighbor? More static than reception? Static beams and winding streams; Appetites filled with addiction, lust, and broken dreams. Broken themes, A world that claims Him but has never heard His voice. A world that blames Him but has […]Read Post ›
I rejoice that you are close and lament that you are far; shed tears of joy and sing songs of sorrow. Looking deep into the night sky for the ever star, searching—waiting for the rays of tomorrow. My body in Babylon, my heart in Zion Sojourners boots worn weary from the cold. My present, cobblestone […]Read Post ›
Who is man when left to himself? When his fears and pressures are stored on the shelf? Who is man when left on the seas, alone on the mountains, alone on his knees? Who is man when he is empty of hope? When he is found grimy under water and filthy with soap? Who is […]Read Post ›
The contemporary church approaches revival like a child approaches a campfire. The child jumps at the chance to play with the matches and gasoline yet doesn’t want to gather the wood. Such a fire is big and bright yet altogether useless.
I believe in a creator because when I look around I see creation. I see the amber sky painted in angelic orange. I see the evidence of a poet on the hills and a psalmist in the stars. God’s proof is seen within every brush stroke of humanity. For me to deny God would be […]Read Post ›
Good fathers are fathered, Good leaders are led. Good teachers are taught, Good shepherds are fed.
What can be done to the hardness I see? Scream louder? Scream louder, to the darkness in me. What can be done for the stiffness of sin? Bow lower? Still lower, and purge from within. When I lose, I win. When low, I am high. When silent, I speak. When I die, I live. My […]Read Post ›
First World Revival 