Blanchard What if… someone had cut down the cross before it.was.finished; that earth-shaking, soulchain-breaking echo lost… what if? Who am I, then to bury my hands (hide them) in pockets deep before carrying the dank, rank soil of shame? Even such waste decomposed can grow a flower. jfig 4/17 Brokenness and shame, words that are now […]
Tag: Hope
fringe in Gennesaret: a trilogy
The Fringe in Gennesaret Recognition “After they had crossed the lake, they landed at Gennesaret. When the people recognized Jesus, the news of his arrival spread quickly throughout the whole area, and soon people were bringing all their sick to be healed. They begged him to let the sick touch at least the fringe of […]
imprints
Imprints Early in December, as the reality of winter set in, it became apparent to me that there was a ‘thing’ in my life I could not fix. Since the situation had resisted my efforts to grow it in a healthier direction for over a year, it occurred to me that perhaps I was not […]
astonishment…
Things that astound: The idea that Jesus is not overly concerned with my filthy rags before seeking to grab a meal with me, continues to consume my thoughts. It is JUST REALLY AMAZING in the context of his holiness / my lack thereof, that he would keep choosing to engage me, a sinner; perhaps because I am finding it […]
levelling: a winter ponder
We have been studying Isaiah. Talk about scanning the height and breadth of the heavens. Into that expanse creeps an Advent message: A voice of one calling: “In the wilderness prepare the way for the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and […]
Transfigure
Today is day 2 of ‘springing forward;’ which usually feels like ‘dragging, one-step-at-a-time,’ in order to adjust to a new schedule. As I accompanied my daughter, on her distracted and dawdling way to the bus, I marveled anew, that in spite of her profound array of special needs, she can pretty much daily show up with a […]
Fissures
Sometimes life quakes, unsettling all our ground, even destroying things we thought were safe. This is a reflection for those times. jfig Fissures My earth splits and shifts Gaping at awkward angle as splinters race along the fracture lines. From aerial view, it might look like arteries On my heart, if the lines […]
