Crying in the Wilderness

The following is a poem and meditation on John the Baptist. John is a window to a season each of us will experience if we are knowing Christ in His death. It is the place where we know, of a surety, that we will die—perhaps physically, but also psychologically. In the shadow of death, all…

I Am Not the Christ

This post has been on my mind so I thought I’d repost it *** It may sound absurd, but it’s true: we often take it upon ourselves to be Christ.  Usually, we do so unconsciously, out of a sincere desire to be like Jesus, and not because we consciously wish to supplant Him.  So, we…

The Unknown Within

“I watched the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and He rested on Him. I didn’t know Him, but He who sent me to baptize with water told me, ‘The One you see the Spirit descending and resting on—He is the One who baptizes with the Holy Spirit.’ I have seen and testified that He is the Son of God!”…

I Am Not the Christ

It may sound absurd, but it’s true: we often take it upon ourselves to be Christ.  Usually, we do so unconsciously, out of a sincere desire to be like Jesus, and not because we consciously wish to supplant Him.  So, we try to have endless patience with difficult people; when visitors come to church, we…

Breaking the Mold

I hear a lot of talk about how to “do church.”  There isn’t space to explore all the intricacies of this topic here.  And the conversation often yields more questions than answers.  What’s on my mind is John the Baptist and Jesus.  John the Baptist was certainly cool.  Here’s this shaggy guy ministering out in…