By Lindsey McDonald “Follow Me.” I heard you say this morning. What about financial security, Jesus? What about graduate school? What about family? What about marriage? And community sounds like a great idea, but I’m so independent. I don’t know if it’s for me? “Follow Me.” But, Jesus, what about comfort? What about safety? What … Continue reading Follow Me
By Denise Becker Do you know the Cross is ours to bear? My Child My shadow will follow you in all you say and do yes forgiven are you never forsaken silent in prayer start your day nailing those burdens to that cross believe that you are who you are in me open your eyes … Continue reading The Cross Is Ours To Bear
By Karen Swank she is a wife who remembers longingly how softly he used to touch her filled with wonder whispering the secrets of his heart she felt like a queen the very desire of his heart she wants that back as she lies wooden her anger chilling the room as he tries to push … Continue reading First Love
By Victorina Peach He is her sun, Bright warmth And smiles. He is her sky, Open acceptance And trust. He is her river, Steadily flowing And constant. He is her fire, Glowing flame And passion. He is her star, Brightly guiding And serene. He is her world, Completely whole And encompassing. Victorina Peach is 18 … Continue reading He Is: A short poem
By Karen Swank the beautiful and terrible thing about Truth is the way it stands unbending regardless of any response to it no matter who believes it or not it is. no mountain of words tossed can bury it no emotion can eat it away no objection can alter its substance pretense believes itself bigger … Continue reading Accept: A poem about truth
By Scott Budzar On a Tuesday morning I watched a video from a hip-hop artist known as Common just after I had heard the latest headlines of 250 people being killed in Iraq that morning. Then I listened to some poetry by Common. Needless to say, I was floored. I cracked open a book, I … Continue reading Poverty of Conscience
By Meredith Dinsdale This poem is, for me, an extension of Psalm 139 which covers how intimately the Lord knows us, for he created us, and how he waits over us as we become fully who we are created to be as he leads us in “the way everlasting.” Mountains are Your majesty And flowers … Continue reading A Poem for Leaving: Adaptation of Psalm 139
By Holly Pritchett I am not at all like my Jesus. My worship has been convenient, slight. Ephemeral and immaterial–a good girl with a limited glory. No–my Jesus is GLORY. He stands at the threshold of time ushering it away–He will come. A sweeping return and the storms will cower at His majesty. Beautiful and … Continue reading Afterthoughts on the Altar
By Brandon Headrick “If anyone comes to Me, and does not hate his own father ad mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be My disciple. Whoever does not carry his own cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple: “So therefore, no one … Continue reading The Great Depression
By Brian Alonzo I was twenty-one, I think. How did you feel as you watched me scrape my knees? What did you think as I cried out for help? When did you move as my life began to fall? I was twenty-one, Right? You must remember. It was the night at the hockey game. I … Continue reading Twenty-One