The Most High Priest

Moses said to Aaron, “Sacrifice the offering that is for the people and make atonement for them, as the LORD has commanded.” Aaron then brought the offering that was for the people. As they led him away, a large number of people followed him, including women who mourned and wailed for him. Then he lifted…

The Tightrope Walker

  I ran across the following poem recently and thought I’d post it.  I wrote it when I was a new believer and was seeing (for the first time) my fallen state and need of God.  Many things have changed since then.  What hasn’t changed is the greatness of Christ and my dependence on Him,…

A to Z

ALL COMPASSING VIOLENT COMPOSING SOURCE-A VIBRANT DYNAMO living Living LIVING ABIDING AND SUSTAINING FULNESS FROM PRE-CREATION WORDLESS MIME TIL THE AGONY OF TIME IS DONE HIMSELF COMING TO CUT DOWN EVERY LAST LIAR AND EVERY DOG AS THE HEAVENS VANISH CONCUSSIVELY AND FIRE EATS THE SEA

The Gospel According to Exodus

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God. And God said to Moses, “Make a sanctuary for me, and I will dwell among you. Make this tabernacle and all its furnishings exactly like the pattern I will show you.” When Moses set up the tabernacle, he…

Naked and Exposed

“No creature is hidden from Him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give an account” (Heb. 4:13). Verses like this have a way of striking fear into our hearts.  We feel strapped to the interrogation chair, the light of truth shining in our faces.  There…

A Definition of the Word “Godless”

it all makes perfect sense at least as much as reeking pots of boiling elf skin do or as much as     creeping mango flavored diaper rash does or as much as verifiable ecstasy stinking with the fetid iridescent           sweat of nuclear waste does it all makes perfect scents…

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent

John Milton was a Christian and poet in the 1600’s.  By age 44, he went blind.  Milton wondered if he could continue serving God without eyesight.  Sometimes, he simply felt useless. Milton’s anxiety and grief spill out in his 19th sonnet: “When I consider how my light is spent.”  The sonnet ends with the Lord’s…

Waiting for Snow

Photo by Carrie McKamey “WHAT A GYP!!” With raised fist and gnarled face I accuse the skies. I have been waiting for snow, wishing for snow, praying, hoping, and fishing for snow. I have been daring snow, oh where-ing snow, and (for reverse psychology’s sake) not-give-a-care-ing snow. All this and not one single flake. But…

Incense

Crushed and broken Pulverized Laid on the altar Set on fire There’s nothing left but smoke to rise Everything consumed but fragrance and light Not I Christ

21st Century Faux

This is the 21st century. The colors have bled. There is no moral to our story. The myths are just that, and we have murdered the gods. But what of it? Everything is ours now. We created it. We, the bastard lords of the real world. And I just want to get what I can…

Poly-meism

How does a grain of sand outweigh a desert? How does a drop of water flood the world? How does a voice shout down a nation? How does each of us create their own heavens and earth, subject to personal fiat? How can we breathe? How can we be free? How can we live in…