Life is a breath
We must come to terms with life as a vapor. An ungraspable substance dancing through time, swirling into unpredictable circumstances until it fades into eternity. Life is but a breath, and the breath belongs to God.
Shawndra Lucas
You can’t plan a dream
Writing this book has taught me that a dream is not a plan, and a plan is not a dream. Dreams without plans will lead to passionate frustration, and plans without dreams become nothing more than perfunctory to-do lists. You need both, but confusing them will cause you to lose your way.
Bent into shape
Instead of getting bent out of shape by our zeitgeisty obsessions, we might submit our affections to be bent into shape by a life of authentic worship.
All is smoke
In our sojourning, we must do what Eve was unwilling to do. We must sit with our longings. Feel the heart-aching loss. Embrace the dizzying confusion. Hold space for the tension that suspends us between hope and despair.
A New Thing
Last year I shared a short essay titled "God’s Mother Tongue". It was a soliloquy about poetry as play. I was exploring my identity as a writer in general, and a poet in particular. I had not yet had the revelation of myself as a poet. I
Spiraling up
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A few months ago I announced that I was
Humility is reality
Humility is living in reality. Pride is delusion, and leads to unrest in our souls.
You can’t push a rope
Embracing tension and learning to trust the process.
God’s mother tongue
God speaks metaphor. And if we are going to understand him, his story, and our own, we must be fluent his language.
Writing about what I’m writing about (…it’s a book!)
I won’t bury the lede. I’m writing my first book! And the second lede—if you’re a paid subscriber you’ll have access to everything as I write it. Now, hang with me for three minutes and I’ll give you the rest of the story.
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