Under the Fig: On Awakening A response to Psalm 57:1-11 and John 1:43-51 It wasn’t just the fig tree that told me the meaning of shame. It wasn’t only when Adam and Eve ate the fruit and woke up to how great they could be and how wicked they could be at once, when, ashamed, they […]
I’m going to be honest with you about this. You shouldn’t be reading this post here for free. It should be tucked into the slick pages of a renowned journal of creative nonfiction. Hilary Yancey’s writing is fraught with humanity and with divinity, both. Her words are the ...
Here’s what I know, once in a while at church I get to be the cupbearer. The priest gives me the bread and says, “This is the body, broken for you.” And I ingest it, and I imagine Christ’s body becoming part of mine – and I imagine the other way around, too, mine ...
Because I’m grateful to be able to see a contrast between the Kingdom of David and the Kingdom of Pharaoh, I suggest to you that today is a day we bend our necks up toward Pharaoh’s podium and see it for what it is. The roiling swell of pride, the sound of cheers and the culmination ...
I’ve never known a world without his hat. There’s a photo of me as a two-year old girl in my daddy’s tall cowboy boots and this big felt hat. I remember when it was crispy and a sleeker, newer brown. He planted the gardens in it. He threw it on when it rained, when the […]
