We’ve all heard it over and over again. But like many familiar passages we begin to unconsciously ignore it because we feel that we know it already. It’s John 14:6, which reads: “I am the Way, and the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” Many arguments against universalism …
“I’ve been chasing God.” That’s how John Mark McMillan introduces his latest album Mercury and Lightning. It is, in one sense, a dramatic step away from his previous work, both musically and thematically. Ever since the beginning, John Mark McMillan has been known for his honest, faith-themed lyrics (sloppy wet kiss, anybody?). I’ve long appreciated his …
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I think I don’t think about God as much as I certainly ought. When I do it’s very compartmentalized study and meditation. I think about him during the designated times for theology and worship, namely Sunday mornings and half-hour (at most) “devotional times”. But I’ve come to realize that God demands the entirety of my …
I was first introduced to the music of Sufjan Stevens in 2015 with the release of his album Carrie and Lowell. My first taste of this man’s exceptional talent was his song Fourth of July, written about the death of his mother. In fact, all of Carrie and Lowell is about his relationship with his parents, especially his …
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You have planted eternity in the soil of my soul, You buried it deep, With age will come beauty, Fragrance with the parade of time, You have wet my lips with the wine of glory, I have heard the brilliant first note of your melody, I cannot see beyond the horizon, I cannot hear the …
Nightbirds, Black as darkness, Stand sentinel upon the caved-in roof, In arrogance we surrendered, Our palaces to porcupines, And scuttling creatures, Our refuge now leans gauntly, A nest for jackals and wolves, A den for predators, Desolate but not vacant, Leveled but not silent, The howls in our homes resound, Succumbing …
I’m watching the skies, Waiting, At any moment the Sun will darken, Crimson overtake the moon, The holy cross-eyed pilgrims roam the Earth, One eye ahead and one above, Running for the finish line, Watching the skies, Running to the window, Is he here yet? We dare not miss him when he comes,
I don’t remember in years past, 28 days and lavender trees, Perhaps time is fast-forwarding, Like the VCRs we used to play? Are the sands slipping through the sieve so fast that they seem to pile up again? Perhaps the clock is running and the seasons can’t catch up, Or maybe it’s the inverse, Nature …
Passers-by are moving pictures, Cinematic and dramatic, Each life a plot, A protagonist, A story climbing to its climax, Running to its denouement, I see them in frames, Portraits line the streets, They stand as simple cameos, Allusions and references, To other stories, Let me reach into your frame then, Let me into …
I strain to keep the decanter full, There must be a leak in the flask, Happiness on the floor, Refilling the soul is a dark task, Happiness is a bird, A flash of color and a song, Soaring through the skies, It was here, now it’s gone, Joy dwells deep within the heart, …
