My friend Sarah Glewwe-Geesey painted this on her kids’ playhouse. I love it. I think the whole world is our playhouse so we could put this anywhere: “OUR PLACE, designed for everyone!”
earth
Abraham’s Stars are Mine
Abraham’s Stars are Mine
– DR, 2011
The crescent moon a hammock to her dreaming,
awake but sleeping heart,
she climbed into the promises of time
– of moons and stars and sun;
and she rested.
His promises to her would hold:
ropes of hammock around palm trees of
righteous flourishing: steadfast and faithful.
With authenticity and love she told the sky,
“Good night.”
And the sky knew she meant it.
The Reformation Manifesto
Today I read 214 pages. An entire book. Just ask the Sacramento River, my reading buddy for most of it. My feet in the river’s heart, my heart warmed via my cold feet in its chilly water. My heart electric with passion for the nations – particularly one nation: Iraq. I’d wanted to read The Reformation Manifesto by Cindy Jacobs for about a year, but over the last few days the want became undefiable. Today I set off to work on my book, the one I am writing, but the metaphorical key was not working in the lock. I could not stop thinking about this other book. I was famished for some vision-casting for nation-building. Thus, I opted to look for The Reformation Manifesto at Barnes & Noble, no avail; next stop: Bethel Church’s bookstore. FOUND. While there I got to jumpstart someone’s car, fun! I love people.
God has VIEW.
Merrily reading “Walking on Water: Reflections of Faith and Art” by Madeleine L’ Engle today, drinking up creative writing juices as I continue to work on writing my book, I drifted upon this brilliant sentence:
“I have a point of view.
You have a point of view.
But God has view.”
(page 179)
Let the earth intrigue you with wonder
“After the one extravagant gesture of creation in the first place,
the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances,
flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness,
heaping profusions on profligacies with ever-fresh vigor.
The whole show has been on fire from the word go.
I come down to the water to cool my eyes.
But everywhere I look I see fire;
that which isn’t flint is tinder,
and the whole world sparks and flames.”
— Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (one of my all-time favorite authors)
Come believe with me. 