Holy God, Mother & Father

Holy God,

You are Mother and Father

Jesus, my brother

other believers, my siblings

I rest within Your house

I obey Your rules

I belong to Your family

What a heritage!

What a legacy!

Teach me the stories of

those who came before me

I have all eternity

perhaps, if they have a moment,

they could tell me themselves,

tell me the stories of how they came

to know You and the adventures You took them on

and the things they learned,

and I could tell them the same.

Dear Little Boy

Dear little boy,

so scared and thin,

it is time to become

a man

to take the hand of the lonely

to feed the hungry

to lead the church

and cover your family

in eagle’s wings.

Welcome everyone you meet

into a safe and empowering place

where they can explore and grow.

Make bold choices

Be patient and kind.

Not Superman

but a simple man

in love with


and with God.



To the Utmost

It is the nature of God to reveal Himself

It is the nature of man to try to conceal Him

His fingerprint is everywhere,

in the rocks, trees, and air

Man covers the universe in concrete and steel,

he erects walls

while God builds bridges

Jesus Christ being the ultimate bridge

between holy God and His fallen children.

Man covers over the cross with outstretched hands,

claiming “I am god”

Yet the true God remains always before us,

waiting, inviting us in,

wanting us to experience Him

to the utmost.


Always in Motion

“This is my first time flying,” says the child, to the woman beside him.

“How exciting! How old are you?” she says.

“Five. How old are you?” he says.

“Old enough,” she says.

She takes out a set of pencils and a therapeutic coloring book.

“Would you like to color?”

The boy looks to his sister, who gives him the okay.

He colors. The plane takes off. He squims.

“I don’t like roller coasters,” he says.

The woman leans in.

“Neither do I,” she says.

The plane levels out.

“Do you have any children?” says the boy.

“Two,” she says, “my son is picking up from the airport.”

She digs through her carry-on.

“He wrote a book.”

The boy looks at the cover, which is in Greek.

“Does he speak a foreign language?” he says.

“No,” she says, “it’s from the Bible. It means masterpiece. We all are God’s masterpiece, see?”

She reads him the first page.

“Oh,” he says. “I know all about God. Mom takes us to church Wednesdays and Sundays. Dad is too busy. He has to work. We’re flying out to see him. He lives in North Carolina now.”

“I bet it will be good to see him,” says the woman, “I haven’t seen my son in some time, either.”

“Why’s that?” he says.

“Sometimes, people move away,” she says. “But we still love them anyway.”

“Yes, that’s true,” he says.

He colors. She reads. They touch down.

Moments of connect, then distance. A Universe shrinking and expanding, but always in motion.

The Desire to be Known

I think it’s fascinating that,

as long as the disciples knew Jesus,

they had they hardest time knowing Him as He was,

Savior and LORD, God of the universe.

The concept was just too high for them.

Yes, they did not yet have the discernment of the Holy Spirit

while He was with them in flesh,

but I don’t think much has changed since then.

The more years I spent with Jesus,

the larger and more intimate and mysterious He becomes.

He reminds me that He is LORD and I am man,

but He want to be known just as I would know my wife

or parents or friends.

So, in a way, that invites me to appreciate the mystery of those

around me, to constantly be amazed by them,

as they lower their guard and I lower mine,

and we all catch a glimpse of something beautiful,

something God designed in the very beginning.