Come, come, whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving, It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times, Come, come again, come. Rumi So I have broken my vow a hundred, a thousand times, but still the Lord says, “Come.” He hasContinue reading “A New Covenant for a New Day”
Call this country what you may: the City of Wait, the Island of Hopes Deferred, God’s Silence, Barren Tree, Whittling Point. This land is rugged, ravaged, bleak, and spare; its inhabitants spend their days in continual twilight; their moments are occupied with any distraction to ward off each coming night. So. You have left theContinue reading “The Real”
Pry open your fists and let spill the gold of yesterday. Keep your hands empty for newness. Trust that it will come. It will come. Keep faith supple, malleable. Smash the idol of yesterday. With your permission, the one God becomes again Himself: limitless. All new now.