Purpose In This Place

I wrote a poem for last year’s NaPo that began, “The waiting is the hardest part.” It was in a completely different context, but I didn’t realize how true it would end up being. Wanting to Witness There’s a stereotype about writers – we’re hermits who sit at our desk and …

Your Art Isn’t Worthless

There’s this thing I’ve noticed about artists. We have a tendency to criticize our own work. What someone else praises, we cringe at. Where someone else sees a breathtaking work of art, we only see the imperfections. When we look at what we’ve made, we usually see the flaws. I …

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father. There is no shadow Of turning with Thee. At the beginning of this year, some friends and I decided to read through the Bible together. We’re using a read-through-the-Bible-in-a-year plan I found in the back of my Bible; nothing complicated, just straight …

Overcome

I think a lot of times we hear the word, “overcome,” and we think of someday. Of eventually, when we’re going to fight that great, big, important battle (you know, argue that atheist professor, or graduate from college after many long nights, or run a marathon, or win that competition, or publish …

Cliques and Koinonia

I hate cliques.  I hate them so much.  I hate them even more because I’ve been a part of them.  It’s galling to realize you’re in one of the groups you’ve always secretly condemned – the group that stands off by itself, silently discouraging all contact.  It’s not like you …