Christ’s Letter
The Spirit dances in tendrils fluid and red, the soul of the Word searching for expression, living and indelible ink. The human heart opens like a Roman tablet,...
The Spirit dances in tendrils fluid and red, the soul of the Word searching for expression, living and indelible ink. The human heart opens like a Roman tablet,...
Watching the winds, craving the stormRunning into the atmosphere’s shiftHoping to be uprootedTossed and tumbledTo catch a glimpse of your eyeThrough the waves i...
Here is a lovely thought. Take your stained clothes, the ones you already put through the washing machine with stain remover (to no avail), and hang them on the...
New post on red letters theology.
Typing with one hand is a little tricky. Arden sits on my lap and watches me tap this strange little contraption. I was just thinking about God’s mandate to the...