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…

Headwaters

Better to sit at the waters’ birth, Than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, Keeps not the spirit pure from Phantastes…

My Queen

Today, I was listening to a song the Lord gave me called, “My Queen.”  The words are below.  I was thinking about the fact that the Lord is in love with us, His Bride, and wants to be loved by us as well.  As I thought about this, my mind turned to how flawed I…

Dancing Without Feet

Many waters, without beginning or end. Without surface. It was only depth. It was only inside, not outside. It was not form, only flow. And it danced without feet, an irradiating urge, worshiping ecstatically in the silent music of self-knowledge. It was alone. But it was not alone. There was itself and Itself and ITSELF,…