Category: Art, Beauty, Cinema, Gospel, JESUS, Literature, Morality, Music, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Polity, Science and Religion, Scripture, Short Stories, Spiritual Formation, Suffering, Theology
This is a unique conference that marries rational apologetics to imaginative apologetics, the art of defending truth claims and the art of creatively expressing truth claims.
Category: Art, Beauty, Cinema, Devotionals, Family, Friendship, Gospel, JESUS, Literature, Morality, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Polity, Prayers, Psychology, Science and Religion, Scripture, Service, Short Stories, Spiritual Formation, Suffering, Theology
Yes, My Friends, This multi-faceted, multi-challenging, multi-year project is finally complete. With 120 poems, 70 prose, and 10 short stories–that will simultaneously stretch and encourage you–From the Ashes We Rise is a literary force to be read and reckoned with. This book seamlessly weaves Arts and Apologetics all throughout its 556 pages. See why From…
“…or we can explain further
that story gives truth meaning
like Aesop’s fables
and Lewis’s Narnian Chronicles
or better yet
think of Christ’s agrarian parables
that strum the soul
on a spiritual level
with a celestial harp of gold
and hands of clay that bleed when cracked.”
Our reassurance
is His willingness
to be caught in the cross hairs,
a red dot
at the intersection
of an atoning fare
and a predetermined time-slot.
Category: Beauty, Gospel, JESUS, Literature, Morality, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Psychology, Science and Religion, Suffering, Theology
Give me Narnia or
Give me the Wild Lands of the North.
Give me Aslan or
Give me the White Witch
and her black dwarfs.
Category: Beauty, JESUS, Literature, Morality, Nature, Philosophy, Psychology, Science and Religion, Scripture, Short Stories, Spiritual Formation, Suffering, Theology
God: “Truth is self-love that sets you free and enables you to see your sin as an opportunity to talk with Me about why you sin so we can have conversations like this one and walk further down life’s path together. This is My heart. This is discipleship.”
A curl within a curl within a curl ad infinitum. A turquoise fractal with salty skin and a wicked tongue. The golden ratio— multiplying itself in eternal swirls— a pillow for Poseidon. I stare out at the horizon, blue walls of hydrogen and oxygen molecules holding hands as I listen with…
Open your eyes.
See the bioluminescence,
ascending rhythmically
up,
up
from the abyss,
or God’s firework show
descending hazily
down,
down
in dancing waves of light,
the Holy Grail of sky watching,
the aurora borealis,
the northern lights.
Former political debaters
and Facebook haters
sheath their swords
of “cancellation”
and get the ultimate do-over,
a hard-drive scrub,
the perfect social media experimentation.
This poem is for all of us,
horse lovers,
who feel that horses
make the world
a better place.