When you, twenty year old, sat in the passenger seat of my car with your fellow superhero backseat drivers as we drove down the icy mountain “in fellowship” wanting to save my soul for God (for you) before we made it down to town and jumped from bible verse to verse like a manic (depressive) pinball Read More
Foliage dense on mountainsides
And wild’fires burn
Thicket heaves a smoky breath
Monsoons drown the afternoon.
The world is alive.
Rapt and ravenous,
Passionate the elements and
Susceptible to pride.
Does God not tire in rescuing us from our God-given nature? Read More
In the little stone church, I did hear what Holy Spirit was saying to the Church and the power of grace shook the rocks and Rocky Mountains and leveled my understanding. It is the sadness of the world that there are people who look into the tomb and see a dead body. I was dead for so many years because that is what I saw. My own reflection, could it be? At the nuclear level there are two of us on earth: the one who sees death and the one who sees an empty tomb.
2013, Amaya Engleking
Reading Diana Butler Bass’ Christianity After Religion, I am confused why people are so interested in the question of ‘Spiritual’ vs. ‘Religious’. Anyone with at least half an open eye can see that God comes to meet people in myriad ways, each one beautiful even if obscured by partial blindness. Why mask the uniqueness and the miracle of each by classifying it into one or the other category? To be concerned with this debate is to squander the fruit of the spirit and put the human realm above or before God’s. Read More
Your verdict heard from the throne
Earth stops still, You are known
The sun shines, the meek remain
Days die in celestial rain Read More
Beyond tired of getting strung along by God. And the destination, only God knows; could be Calvary freakin Hill for all I know. Blindly dragged, hoping we’re on our last leg to paradise. Ha. Though further and further we trudge, to an off-key rusted trombone dirge, slooooww, yet never Read More
The gift of those who love Jesus Christ and put total faith into his body and spirit is that they are able to wholly forgive; and what this entails is the profound jewel of the body, the holiest beating lotus heart. This means that in the act of forgiveness they take away those sins into their body and transform them through the alchemical process of Read More
Rarely do I post another’s words here, but this poem by a favorite contemporary poet touches on the profound anticipation of this quiet season. Just what my heart was beating, and I like to imagine God’s in syncopation with it too. Thank you, Peter.
Take away from me
the white blossom of spring
the mottled red apple of summer
the the amber leaf of autumn
and what have I left
but the black`on`black
of dark`days dark`nights
Add to the darkness
one single bright star of light
one pin`prick in the black canopy
for the light of a distant sun
and what have I found
but the candle in a window
of One excellent at waiting
“For the darkness of waiting
of not knowing what is to come
of staying ready and quiet and attentive,
we praise you, O God:
For the darkness and the light
are both alike to you.
For the darkness of hoping
in a world which longs for you,
for the wrestling and laboring of all creation
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Pray make me want to be a product of my environment around these ol’ mountains. They built me up so I may stand before them today, profess my weakness feeling peace in my breath and brain-beat, and with rugged belief, declare them cast into the sea. Read More
This is the day that completes you
With the first rays of the mighty eye
Playfully pulling you to play your prelude
Written in the last sunset’s sky Read More