Good Friday

Will the dust praise you?  Will it tell of your faithfulness?  - Psalm 30:10
The netherworld cannot thank you.  Death cannot praise you.  - Isaiah 38:18


Death is deeper than I know.  More total.  More final.

I arrived too late for the burial service, so I crept down into the chapel, so often filled with warmth,

Poem

Your memory creeps in around the edges again.
Time of year had foretold.

Those then new, sweet, happy longings
Briefly eclipse the fresh and old
     of what was, "what could have been", of never good enough.

Speaking your name cements
     That - which was happily forgotten.
     That - which once, for Freedom, was sold.

Return to Innocence

I have recently been allured by a new community, a new movement.  They smoke, drink, cuss, and let their attractions lead them to Jesus Christ.


Which is, of course, new for me.  But what allures me is the very tangible experience of companionship and freedom.  Of acceptance and belonging, already.  The first time I show up.

Beauty

There was a gentleman who's eye I hoped to catch.  No, more than that.  Though not yet enough to merit so much thought and attention (Dietrich von Hildebrand would disagree!), our few recent interactions caused me to desire his attention and awe.

Dear Christian, Why Art?

Because God is beauty.

Quite simply.


During the early years of my conversion, I was able to order, at least in my understanding, every aspect of my life toward God.   Except my other biggest love, that is: music.

To Muslims: Why There Must Be a Trinity

An apologetic.

God is love.

This is not just something he does, or one trait about him.  This is his nature, his most essential identity.  It is who He is.