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,
revealing a hidden surface,
soft as wax,
ready for the hand of Christ.
The letter lives,
is known and read,
telling a mystery and a pledge,
carved by the weight of glory.
2 Corinthians 2:2-3
~lg
Watching the winds, craving the storm
Running into the atmosphere’s shift
Hoping to be uprooted
Tossed and tumbled
To catch a glimpse of your eye
Through the waves in the sky
~lg
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 line. Bring your stains to the sun, step back and watch them disappear. Just a bit of God’s magic for launderers everywhere.
~lg
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 first humans – He tells them to become parents. There’s a big world that needs to be filled. God could have done it Himself. He could have created a whole human population. But He gives the fun of procreating and the charge of parenting to these two inexperienced creatures. Create more life! He says. See this beautiful world? Fill it up!
Perhaps in parenting we are able to mirror God’s image in a new way. We create something that is of us, yet wholly other. We learn to love someone who will bring us great joy and great pain.
This whole parenting enterprise is part of the plan. In one sense, it is what we were created to do. Create more life. Then love it.
I keep coming back to this question for some reason. Why life at all?
It must be because participating in God’s image is something worthy. It must be because love is better than non-existence.
~lg
