Category Archives: Blogish

Creativity and the Presence of God.

I cannot deny that when I write, sometimes I feel a deep and powerful presence of God. It is a like the world just begins to fit and I am there, just feeling God’s presence and loving it. This feeling certainly isn’t always there, but in my prayers this morning I began to wonder if

Burdens.

As I walk through this life, I have noticed a tendency to pick up the burdens around me. When I see somebody suffering, I feel it is my duty to hold them up. When I see that things are difficult, I take it on myself to be the total source to meet the needs I

Intellectualizing and Aestheticizing.

Today our churches are just now waking up to the fact that two groups of people have been missing from them. The first is Artists, the second, Academics. Perhaps, I haven’t stated that quite right. They are there, but we seldom hear from them in church. But why is this? Why do I have friends

Following the Road.

I once heard a man give some advice to some young adults who were seeking their path in life. He said, quite simply, stop looking all around you for the right path, but trust God, because, chances are, the path you’re on is already leading you where you need to go. I struggle with that

Green

I like the color green. I pretty much always have. It’s not so much that I think green is the most beautiful, or the best choice, or that it really is a great color, I just have always told people that it was my favorite. Now I suppose part of that favoritism is due to

Distractions and the Kingdom.

I’ve had a fair number of distractions recently. Random things keep coming up, and feed into my far too strong tendency to give myself too much anxiety about, well, let’s just call them the “cares of the world.” Any number of things can come up and, just like the parable, choke out the real growth.

Testing

until what he had said came to pass, the word of the LORD tested him. (Psalm 105:19) This week this verse has had a profound impact on my thinking. The psalm recalls the story of the israelites, sweeping over history and highlighting all the old testament narratives that I recall from Sunday school lessons and flanel

Moving on this calling.

So my feelings are getting stronger and stronger on the issue of calling. I’m not content to sit around any longer and let people slide away. I’m not content to see them estranged from their own friends, unable to speak about the things that cause them trouble. I’m no longer able to wait. I have

Remember the calling.

Sometimes after I have been a little lackadaisical about reading the Bible on a regular basis, or very deeply, I find I’ll just sit and read an soak it up. Sometimes this practice is helpful, sometimes it seems more like exuberance that never takes root. Today, however, I came across a verse at the end of Colossians,

The power of the question.

Here’s a good cup of coffee: We might be tempted to think the question, structurally, as itself an emptiness, a non-presence represented to the subject as the gap of a power which cannot be named except in a metaphoric displacement along the signifying chain. I think this is wrong. I want to think the question