Looking Up to Move Forward

As if no one ever told me to watch my step, I stub my toe on the uneven step, trail rock, bed post, door jam, or canted sidewalk slab, as I have untold times before, and as induction tells me I will until God coats everything in smooth, soft gold. Experience tells us...

Jesus, The Path

In the wilderness we struggle, wandering. A-sea, we drift in the deep’s mystery. In darkness, we fear and seek. A ravine’s walls hem us in. The woods threaten. Away is longing. Strangers menace. Imprisoned, we are bound, stripped of all we intended. At the center we...