Tag Archives: Worship
One: A Poem to Worship By
The unity of One admits naught of two, yet strand of three is unbroken. True weaving is done by Proficient who made all that I see with words spoken.
Whose Weapons are These?
While cleaning the garage recently, I threw a handful of sticks out into the side yard. My youngest son yelled in protest, “Those are my weapons!” I tried explaining that they were only sticks, but he carefully explained how they were daggers and arrows and scimitars. I tried a different tack. “They are not sharpContinue reading “Whose Weapons are These?”
Marching Orders
I knew the dictionary definition of prostitution. I just wasn’t prepared for the delusion that came with it. “And then, I bought him for the drugs he could give my friend,” she said. I had questions: “Bought him? With money?” Giggles. “No.” I said gently, “It sounds like he bought you.” “Oh no. I definitelyContinue reading “Marching Orders”
Guiding Lights
The Lamb
We took a field trip to Myrvik Farms in Edmore, ND last week. Their Katahdin Hair sheep were lambing. My children held the lambs and learned about their care and routines. The gentle faces, soft hair, and wobbly legs brought the startling horror of sacrifice into stark contrast. Why did it have to be theContinue reading “The Lamb”
Steamed Clean
Last week, a young man in a black hoodie steam cleaned all the chairs at church. I’m embarrassed to tell you how filthy the chairs were. Five years of spaghetti dinners and Vacation Bible Schools accumulated in real time. The cleaner’s hoodie reads, “Left it in the Waters.” His sister gave it to him whenContinue reading “Steamed Clean”
Overcoming Evil One Note at a Time
A friend came to tune our piano. It was a lengthy process, as our piano has not been tuned for the entire time we’ve owned it. Each key had to be tuned to the tone it was designed to play, in addition to being tuned to its fellow keys. The tuner worked meticulously with aContinue reading “Overcoming Evil One Note at a Time”
All My Soul
In pre-marriage counseling, I told our Pastor, “I really hate folding socks.” It’s still true today. Socks are annoying. You have to locate both of them, and then, more often than not, you have to turn them inside out. Maybe it’s my innate laziness, or maybe it’s that I don’t really care ifContinue reading “All My Soul”
All My Heart
“Why does God want my heart?” It was a simple question from a young child in Sunday School. But it stumped me. I had to hunt for the answer. The Greatest Commandment begins with, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart,” and it is a recurring theme throughout Scripture. But whyContinue reading “All My Heart”
