Thursday, March 20, 2014

"Spring will come
and so will happiness.
Hold on
life will get …

Anita Krizzan 

Friday, March 7, 2014

"Cities have more of the image of God per square inch than any other place on earth."

- Tim Keller, Center Church

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


Ten years together without yet a cloud 
They seek each other's eyes at intervals 
Of gratefulness to firelight and four walls 
For love's obliteration of the crowd. 
Serenely and perennially endowed 
And bowered as few may be, their joy recalls 
No snake, no sword; and over them there falls 
The blessing of what neither says aloud. 

Wiser for silence, they were not so glad 
Were she to read the graven tale of lines 
On the wan face of one somewhere alone; 
Nor were they more content could he have had 
Her thoughts a moment since of one who shines 
Apart, and would be hers if he had known.

- Robinson 

Monday, March 3, 2014

To Remember the Confession | A Prayer

To Remember the Confession | A Prayer

We have grown languid with time and misuse,
and far too accustomed to the language of
“us” and “them.”

Yes, even among those who You insist upon calling “us.”

God, look at us
and at the mess we have made.

We have divided ourselves into crafted clubs,
broken up into polite little affiliations
of visceral self-righteousness.

And we are in need of saving.

Yes, even saving from ourselves
and, perhaps, even especially from ourselves.

Would You
in Your startling way of holiness
lift our eyes from our own limitations,
from our self-imposed boundaries that are
 so preoccupied with labels.

Would You
in Your potent way of long-suffering
reorient us to the creeds of our faith.
may the words of confession undyingly occupy our tongues.
Let us orate with gratitude and long-vision,
keeping close at hand the faith of our fathers …
…and their fathers, and their fathers, and their fathers before.

Would You
in Your grand way of reconciliation
Recall to our feeble minds the reality of a Church Universal.
Fixate in our minds the communities of the confession
that come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and languages.

And bemoan us to remember well
that this creed and catholicity is the reality
of that long-awaited horizon
we have long labeled “Home.”

Beckon us toward that reality, good God of our confession,
and until then bind us together in Your unity,
as we recite with all flesh
the ancient words of faith
confessing the Word that You made flesh.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

"In the waters of baptism the Old Adam drowned.

… but the bastard can swim."

- Martin Luther 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Each fresh snow reminds me




Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The more I grow up
the more it sinks into my soul - 
it does not matter, 
your pride
or ego
or stylish way of life.
It matters what beats that heart
inside your chest
and mine
will always