All posts filed under “Poetry

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The Happiest Hinge

Christ’s presence is the hinge on which all life hangs.  As I have continued my study of Psalm 84, my heart has been stuck on the leading image of the psalmist being content to be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord. The Sons… Read More

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Raised In His Rafters

I love to talk to birds, which I recognize is strange. Whether they are the ubiquitous little brown fellas that hang out on the outside porch at Panera awaiting stray crumbs or the feisty little hummingbirds that nearly take my head off whizzing to their… Read More

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Understated is an Understatement

In an overstated culture prone to hyperbole and hype, the life and death of Jesus is the ultimate understatement. The emanating Creator of an expansive universe limited to a particular time and place. And not just any time and place, but born to a young… Read More

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No Camping

We are not big campers. We don’t own a tent. We barely have enough cheap store brand sleeping bags to keep warm if we were to camp within our own home. In fact, my children are quick to declare that their father is “Indoorsy.” That… Read More

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Faultlines

Southern California sits on hidden faultlines. One would never know that they exist down there, until they collide. What is true of the ground beneath my feet is also true for the heart I carry in my chest. My soul has a complex maze of… Read More

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Cloaked

This week during Spring Break, I donned a bathing suit for the first time in a long time.  Such a daring feat took great courage due in part to the fact that I am an Irish-blooded, fair-skinned sun-burning machine and also to the fact that… Read More

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The Goat Gatherer

Every year, around Easter I get to thinking about the Day of Atonement described in detail in Leviticus 16. The reasons are manifold and obvious as believers are meant to make the rich connections between the elaborate act made by the High Priest to atone… Read More

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________ Friday

We refer to this frightful Friday as Good Friday. Good. When I hear good, I think fine, decent, nondescript. As in the generic, catch-all answer I receive from my boys in response to my motherly after-school questions: How was your day? How did your test… Read More

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I Thirst

Jesus uttered seven phrases from the Cross. “I thirst” is unique to John’s gospel. As I studied this phrase in the context of John’s particular gospel account, it came alive. John’s gospel was written with a clear two-pronged thesis: to show that Jesus Christ was God… Read More

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A Chronicle of Grief

Being a mother has completely transformed the way I experience Easter. It has very little to do with hiding the eggs and everything to do with imagining Holy Week through Mary’s mind and heart. When my kids stub their toes, I cringe. The relatively few… Read More