The politicians hated him. They saw in him something they did not have or understand, and this was a threat. His faith was a menace. The law they manipulated into place was pointed straight at him. He knew that. He was no fool. You’re so confident, they muttered. Let’s see what happens when we demand … Continue reading Choosing the Lions
Mark 5:1-20 Part I He lives among the dead. Naked, crazed, violent, desperate, driven. He’s the crazy one, not right in the head. His people do not know what to do with him, so it is a relief when he flees to the tombs and stays there, tormented and alone. Forgotten. Who knows how he had come … Continue reading What to do when all your pigs die
night-sung starlight twinkling time-traveling troupe playing out the same celestial story, sure as the sun a God-friend gazing upward, holding a holy pledge, a knife raised, a voice a boy untied, a birthright thief running for his life met by night angels arms raised lifting a promise waves heeding, holding mighty heads to … Continue reading Things I Know to Be True
I have been hearing them all winter. In the early morning, their howls and yips ring out through the quiet forest as they call to one another. I always stop to listen, enjoying the sound of the coyotes talking to each another in their strange canine language, grateful to live so close to the wildness … Continue reading On coyotes and quarantine
Five-Minute Writing Challenge on CLEAR Clear Once I inhaled the sharp first breath and knew my place. I won’t say I understood. Not that, maybe never that. But I stood upon the grass, ran fingers through the trickling wet and laughed, oh how I laughed. I loved the bird song, … Continue reading Clear
I know a lady who is waiting to die. She has been waiting to die for a long time now. She decided, years ago, that she was done living. She was tired. She had had enough. She just didn’t care anymore, and she was done. She just wants to be with Jesus, as she puts … Continue reading How we are all waiting to die
View from the Valley 