The Mystery of Yes

I have seen too much death.
Most of it much too soon.

Friends,
two nephews, two nieces,
parents, sister-in-law,
brother, husband.

But this is why I celebrate Easter.
The mystery of resurrection.
The wonder that God became man
to pay the price for me
to defeat the death that comes by sin

Came alive again, Hallelujah!
to restore the original design
of open and complete connection
with the One Who Is Life.

Love came to me in such a tangible way
after Brent's death
A presence of light so real,
a comfort so inexpressibly deep,
all my doubt about God's love
GONE!

Jesus was mocked.
Some of you still do.
I invite you to hear my story,
hear His heart.

Only Jesus has the words of eternal life.
and he has his arms open to you.
right now.
say yes.
just yes.

There are Times

There are times
when the stomach churns and turns
and you fight panic
and you scramble to correct mistakes
and you search for a sure footing
and keep slipping, grasping at air.

There are times
when there's nowhere to go
to still the anxious heart
except to run into the arms
of the Beloved One
who calls you by name.

Only Jesus,
who cries,
"Come to me,
all who are weary
and heavy laden
and I will give you rest."





Photo: iStock 4185339

He Gives

He gives
not contentment
but presence
nothing to consume
pursue or attain
all to receive and embrace
He gives only (!) himself
holds who I am
who I am not
the whole and the hole
within the I Am
enveloped in Love




Photo: personal collection, Forgetmenot Pond, Kananaskis

Easter Prayer

Dear Lord Jesus, friend, brother and living Love,
May you rise again in me each day,
May your life in me bring love to all I encounter -
in each touch, word, glance, prayer and work of art
May your light empty our personal tombs,
raise us as songs of your glory.