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I walked in that desert place. I made my bed in the wilderness. I reclined on a parched heart and soul. I distracted myself with mirages of false hope.   I became acquainted with blackened dead lands. I dug in the ground for hidden waters. I came up weary, with empty hands. I remembered theContinueContinue reading “The Desert Season”

I know you, He says. You are not hidden from me. You turn to false loves, but they cannot cure you. They cannot heal your wounds. Seek me. Return and repent (vv. 3, 14-15, my paraphrase). The past two years have reaped of bleeding wounds. Even worse, they were old wounds. To put it plainly, it was likeContinueContinue reading “Yielding Up My Wounds (2017 Journal entry)”

In the dark, quiet morning, I rose before anyone else. I slowly walked into the kitchen, careful to not turn on any lights along the way. I lit a few candles and proceeded to make my French-pressed morning coffee, and I stood at the counter. There, I slowly began to awaken, with forced movements andContinueContinue reading “In The Using (a journal entry from 2017)”

More than a feeling, More than a song. You are not fleeting, You are personal.   You want us to be like You, Where You are, In Your glory, Embraced by Your heart.   And, This is where friendship lies. Not in the blandness of the earth, Nor in the drama or lies.   SoContinueContinue reading

They said, “What are you, anyway?” I  pretended I didn’t know What they were talking about. “I’m me, that’s who.” (Even though I knew what they were getting at.)   “No, but what are you?” They asked, “You know what I mean.” “I just belong here,” I said,  In a way, not so specific, WantingContinueContinue reading “What Are You, Anyway? ( a poem, of sorts)”

Fellow lovers of worship and worship leaders, How many times have you felt like you just could not progress in your calling or skillset? How many times have you felt…stuck? How many times have you felt weak or ineffective? Well, worshippers, instrumentalists, chorus members, background vocalists, song leaders, music directors and worship pastors, we haveContinueContinue reading “The Sacrifice of Worship”

I don’t need a title. I don’t need a stage I don’t need a platform, or a following. I don’t need to lead; be in club ministry I don’t need those things;  Jesus is my King.   See, King Jesus – in my house tearing down flimsy walls. King Jesus – in my house, and You are personal. King Jesus – in myContinueContinue reading “King Jesus”

Maundy Thursday: The Last Supper, The foot-washing. The wounds of the heart are an underground cemetery of buried and seemingly lifeless things. There beneath lies our secret shames, internal struggles, deepest pains, past failures, open wounds, walls of pride and highly organized legions of anxieties.  Quietly, they work in the under currents of our being,ContinueContinue reading “Maundy Thursday”

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