The first two days of 2023 began with a thick fog blanketing the landscape, and it has lingered throughout the mornings. It’s the type of fog which makes it hard to see any distance at all. It’s not the all encompassing pea soup of the coast, but rather one which gives you small windows of … More Into the Fog
For the first time in several years I’m attempting a Bible-reading plan. There are myriads of reasons why I haven’t done one the past few years, some of which I’ve written about, some of which I haven’t. Suffice it to say I’ve had a very tenuous relationship with the Bible the past few years. Lest … More Desert Panting with Job’s Friends
By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Genesis 3:19, ESV In what was already a busy week, Ash Wednesday came on like a banshee and was nearly gone without … More Dust and Ashes
For more than a year, even prior to Covid and all that ensued as a result, I’ve worked from home. My preferred spot for work is the table near the window in our front room. It’s a huge arched window, like something out of a church in France. For years I had an office with … More Acorns and Oaks
“Can you come meet me by the Braverman house?” No explanation, no details…just my wife asking me to come meet her near a house we often dream of buying, so-named because it reminds us of the family home on the TV show Parenthood. Either it had finally gone up for sale or she’d had a … More Restoration
A couple weekends ago I had one of those experiences where things line up in such a way you have to either discount it altogether as coincidence, or realize the Holy Spirit is trying to get your attention. I choose to believe it’s the latter. I’ve been reading the book “Coming Clean” by Seth Haines. … More Learning to Forgive
Over on the right hand side of our garage is a workbench. It’s not my workbench, because it was here when we started renting, but I’ve laid claim to it for now. On the top shelf sits a nondescript cardboard box: 40” long, 12” wide and around 4” tall. If you noticed it at all … More Unfinished Work
I haven’t been as prone to write of late. I haven’t felt the thoughts pouring out like they did a year or so ago, when words and ideas were coming out at a pretty constant rate. I didn’t (thank God) publicize them all, but even so, I was more prolific than I’d ever been. Many … More Old Wounds
Thinking about Sabbath rest in a fast paced world over at The Wading Pool. … More A Rhythm Worth Keeping
A early morning walk to a friend’s house for coffee turned out to be just what I needed … More Early Mornings, Good Coffee and New Mercies
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