Silence isn’t always golden. Sometimes it’s leaden— laden with the weight of heavy hearts. Sometimes it’s toxic— spiked with the poison punch of bitter hatred. And sometimes silence is dark— haunted by the glare of unseen eyes— like the cave where Elijah tried to hide, only to be found by the silence. But whatever else … More Silence Isn’t Always Golden
(Sermon for the Third Sunday after the Epiphany A 2017; Matthew 4:12-23 and Isaiah 9:1-4) In every age, God’s people have lived through dark times, and in every age God has sent messengers to bear the light of God’s Word into their darkness. Today you and I are the ones called to carry the … More Learning to See with Eyes of Love
(A sermon for Christmas Eve, based on Isaiah 9:2-7 and Luke 2:1-20) Long ago, when God’s people were weary of warfare, bruised and broken, and walking in the darkness of an inhospitable land, God spoke to them through the prophet Isaiah and made an incredible promise: God promised to break the yoke and rod of … More The Revolution Was Born in a Barn!
(the companion sonnet to “The Gathering Storm”) Before the sun’s first light I wake and rise. I am the one whose voice does not amuse. In wilderness of glitter and fake news I fight my way through swirling packs of lies. The snarling jackals bare their teeth and grin. Dark, glittering eyes take aim: My … More The Glimmering Light
(A sonnet of darkness) Alone by fading light of the gathering storm, I sit and watch the fire’s flickering light, but shadows cloud my vision on this night and drive away the things that keep me warm. Outside the wind is howling at the moon, and I sit shivering deep inside my soul. The moonless … More The Gathering Storm
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