Category: Art
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Behold the Man
John 19:5 When Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe, Pilate said to them, “Behold the man!” Pilate wanted us to behold JesusPerhaps hoping he could free Jesus Or free himselfOf the responsibilityOf seeing moreThan he wanted Than he could handleThan he was free to…
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Grace Conductor
Lord, make me the Third Rail of grace Purify me So that your love and faithfulness Flows dangerously through me
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The Quantum of Solace
Each pain and frustration Whatever the cause Only serves as a trigger To let You heal MY flaws
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Precondition for Revival
As long as we think we are victims to be rescued or saints to be vindicated or children to be protected The Cross holds no answers
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Dream: Adulting
She has an unusually long thin nose. She answers brightly: Oh, I am just so happy to be here and to become an adult.
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Redeeming Ares, Part 5: Ultimate Sacrifice
We were created to serve the One. But for reasons beyond understanding, He gave this world into your care. We have done the best we can, but it is hardly our fault our masters were so shortsighted and blind.
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Redeeming Ares, Part 4: Chiron Feeding
“Fine!” My twelve-year-old self snaps back. “I didn’t want to get schooled by you anyway, you mangy old horse-man. I’ll just sit here and eat the lunch Hestia gave me, until the bus comes to take me back.”
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Regenerative Grace
The Law is great for scaling A fundamental insight But is inherently static and preserving Not generative. To avoid breakdown Is also to resist breakthrough
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Dream: Church Sync
What happened when a black church started meeting inside a white church… Suddenly I see small intense knot of men in a corner. Someone, probably a young black man, is pouring out the pain and anger in his heart. Not bitterly. But passionately. The crowd of men, of all races…
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Unearthly Power
We are so easily infatuated And subtly captivated By the powers of this world The mimetic desires At the heart of our communities Even Christian ones
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See The World
To see The world Through Another’s Eyes Is Love Is Empathy Is Essential Is Impossible
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Redeeming Ares, Part 3: Un-Hasty Hestia
I am bustled in by a grandmotherly lady. I can’t tell whether she is an Italian, Jewish, or Indian mother. Then I realize she is probably the prototype for all of them… H. Have a seat! Drink some tea. Take your coat off. No, don’t worry about your shoes. Tsch,…
Radically Happy 