We have this ministry and so we do not lose heart. We are the glory-carriers. The ones whose eyes have been opened. Who have seen the light which shines out of darkness. We have seen the glory of God in the face of Christ. And, beholding that glory, we are transformed from one degree of glory … Continue reading
I’m tired. I need to say this, though I don’t know how. I thought I was OK but it turns out that the cost was greater than I knew. So I see the church and, where once I knew passion which translated into tireless action, now as I dredge the depths of my heart I find nothing but a void. I need … Continue reading
Brueggemann talks about the prophetic imagination in some powerful ways. For him, it is about an alternative consciousness with two lofty aims. First, it quietly seeks to dismantle the dominant consciousness. Then it hopes to energise the community of faith by promises of what will be. I see this in my own leadership and living. That I … Continue reading
In his own time and way. That’s his style. The real discloses itself, in its own time and way. And when it does, it is grace. Esther Lightcap Meek, Loving to Know. I saw it again the other week, this disclosing of itself by the real. Reality unfolded in act of grace. A deadline I was working … Continue reading
You’d gone ahead. Lit the lamps. Again. Made yourself at home. And you were waiting. You were in this place and I didn’t know. In the second that my car passed the frontage of the property before turning in, I felt it. That frisson of nerves. Because of your proximity. Not that I even know … Continue reading
In some ways, to expect only gradual change may be all too easy a way of letting ourselves off the hook. Susan B. Williams and Peter R. Holmes, Meeting Jesus Together: Introducing Salugenic Community How is it that, despite knowing his ways, I am still surprised by discontinuous change? Too often I tell myself to expect … Continue reading
Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion. Brennan Manning, Abba’s Child Simple, really. Though I make it so hard. Yes, if you were to listen to the chunter of my heart, you would think he was impressed by everything that I’m not yet, perhaps even never will … Continue reading
It is time for silence to do its work. I knew that it would be so. That for too many months I have been running at a pace which would be arrested by only one thing. And so I planned it, weeks ago, when I knew that this moment would come. Two days and two nights … Continue reading
It caught me unawares as the Scripture sometimes does. Wilderness, perhaps, the word which snagged on the edges of my consciousness. Or shut them in. For I have felt like that too. But I was not expecting to be caught on this verse of Exodus 14. No, I was running ahead to the verse about the LORD fighting. Only … Continue reading
The rope has been cut. Without great fanfare, the boat drifts from the pier. No outboard motor. No sail. Just the pull of the currents, the eddying water. No one there to wave the boat off. No one to journey through. Just the boat and its occupants. So much left behind in this wager, a wager which might … Continue reading
