Being three does not preclude
being one–
at least not in our book.
You should understand
we are not like man,
although I am.

My Father is God,
my mother is Mary,
but I lived long before her race began.
You understand
that this makes things a little complicated
to comprehend.

It might sound like I’m getting
tripped up in my words
when I say “I in You and You in me”
but the curves
of this dance are subtle and bold
ancient and old
and we
are one







reaching human arms out to touch
created flesh
breathing divine spirit
into dusty bones.

The stones
that are your hardened hearts
and minds
can be softened by the warmth of these
Potter’s hands.

We are unrelenting in our quest
to give you the best
of this life,
not as the world sees success
but as we see it.

We may be looking from above
but our love
reaches down further than you’ll ever know.
I lived my life for the sole purpose of showing
you that love,
on the off chance
that you would join our dance
and bring a new meaning

to “we.”


what right have i

what right have i

that i should live and you should suffer and die

that i can tell the truth, but you’re compelled to lie

that I can see the stars and reach my fingers to the sky

but you have only days to live

how is it fair

that i am strong and young enough to bear

the children you have always wanted to care

for, i have all the time in the world to spare

for i am lucky or blessed

what excuse can i give

but it’s not right, nor is it fair

there’s something wrong in this world, I feel it

pulling at my heart, the way you sadly smile

i may not understand why you’re grieving, why you’re sad

but i’d be glad to lend a hand, if you need

but what right have i


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All the world was dark and stormy

My sword fell from my hand

No strength to face the enemy

No strength left to stand


My voice cried out above the storm

Above the raging wind

The weight of all that I had done

My guilt, my shame, my sin


Why me, God? Why now, Lord?

The sun is hidden from my face

All I hear is thunder

When I’m longing for your grace


The clouds rolled back before my eyes

A light shown into the dark

A door opened in the stormy skies

And I understood who you are


You’re my Savior, my Redeemer, my Lover and my King

My Messiah, El Shaddai, you are the reason why I sing

As I beheld your throne of glory

It became so clear to me

My life is part of a larger plan

Of Your saving history


My pain does not come from your hand

My tears break Your heart

You have held me up when I can’t stand

Put me together when I fall apart


So match Your scarred hands with mine

As I plead for Your will

Remind me when I’m crying

That I need only to be still

And look up to the skies

Where Your ministry of grace

Your atoning power and sacrifice

Enable me to see Your face


You’re my Savior, my Redeemer, my Lover and my King

My Messiah, El Shaddai, You’re the reason why I sing

As I beheld your throne of glory

It became so clear to me

My life is part of a larger plan

Of Your saving history

The Way of the Lord

“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob, that he may teach us his ways and that we may walk in his paths.” – Micah 4:2

“You have declared today that the Lord is your God, and that you will walk in his ways, and keep his statues and his commandments and his rules, and will obey his voice. And the Lord declared today that you are a people for his treasured possession, as he has promised you, and that you are to keep all his commandments…”- Deuteronomy 26:17-18

I was sitting in my Old Testament Theology class the other day and was struck by something the professor said: the law is the way of the Lord. It is His path. He walked it before we did and walks along beside us when we choose to follow Him. It is not some arbitrary set of rules, it is His way. He does not expect us to do what He would not do or act differently then He would; He wants us to walk just as He walks. The Sabbath, the pinnacle of creation, was established by example. The Lord “rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy” (Exodus 20:11).

Deuteronomy is filled with commands and pleas from God to “walk in his ways.” Blessings are promised if they “turn neither to the right nor the left,” but curses are promised if they stray from the path.

The prophets lament over and over again the fact that people walk in a “crooked way,” a path that is obviously not the Lord’s, that is a twisting of His law and a perversion of justice.

In the Gospels, the path is clearly demonstrated in the life of Christ, as He explained both the law and the prophets to His listeners, describing what God meant in His commands and statutes.

I am struck, as I never have been before, by the simplicity of God’s request to follow the law. God just wants us to walk with Him. He knows the inevitable hurt and sorrow that lie on either side of the path, should we decide to take a “shortcut.” The law was not done away with at the cross, that would be the end of God, the negation of who He is and how He acts.  Sure we are saved by grace, but it is God’s grace that sustains us and guides us as we walk with Him. Nor is the law some dreadful thing to be afraid of, it is “life and land,” as Deuteronomy describes. It is death to live and walk outside of God’s path. Not that you literally die with the first bite of the forbidden fruit, but you lose the quality of life that God intends for you to have. You miss out on the innumerable blessings, the peace, the garden. Death is not so much the loss of breath, but the loss of Eden and the presence of God. It is in the garden, whether Eden or the Promised Land, that the food is abundant, the inheritance is promised, and peace is granted. It is departure from God’s ways that leads to exile from that garden.

It was in a garden that hope was restored for humanity. It was in a garden that was stained with tears and blood that paradise was regained. The road from that garden is marked with the nail-pierced feet of Christ. I want to follow that road, to walk in His path, to fall and rise again with my feet still touching that narrow way. My knees may be bruised from falling, my heart may be wayward and long, like that of Israel, to explore the unknown beyond the path of God. But the joy of walking with my Savior compels me to stay. He is my garden. He is my peace. In Him is life, and life to the fullest.

“O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the Lord.”


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O Magnum Mysterium


The weight of Your Glory is bearing down

My hands and face are pressed

To the unforgiving ground

Your forgiveness is a resounding symphony

That overwhelms my ears

And overcomes my fears

I am crying for Your Presence

I am begging you to leave

Praying that You draw me nearer

But in agony I breathe

“Let me go,

I am unclean”

But You bring me closer

To a marvelous mystery


How did John survive his visions? I have but a taste of God’s presence and I am speechless and “weighed” down. It is heavy, this Trinitarian Glory. So very heavy.

Day 2: Submission

An amazon customer returned something to me that was in perfect condition, saying that there was some tampering with the item. The so-called tampering was manufacturer sewing to keep the zipper from moving. I was mad. But then I thought, what would be the Christian thing to do? Return the item back to the customer and refuse a refund or give a refund? I practiced submission: I refunded the customer. It was quite a bit of money to refund but I figured that if I was the customer that was what I would want. Lesson learned: submission can be costly. Literally.

Day 1: Submission

This one is a tough one for me. How do I submit to my family/neighbor/stranger/etc? I volunteer at an assisted living center twice a week…..that’s submission. Maybe I’ll do one a day: try to submit to one people category a day. Today I thought about submission and tried to figure out a way to “submit” but I didn’t particularly see any opportunity to. On second thought though, I talked to a co-worker while working instead of plugging in my headphones….. I ate with my precious mother instead of going straight to work (but that is hardly submission on my part. Who would take work over a mother?)…..I submitted my “desires” to God when voting this evening….but those things seemed so simple. Should submission be hard?