We Adore | Christmas Poem 2022
This past week, I penned a poem to point my heart back toward the great and grand story of the Christ.
Christmas poems are something I enjoy sharing with my friends. So, here’s a video of this spoken word piece I’ve entitled “We Adore.” I’m praying you, too, are pointed near to the heart of God’s redeeming grace. . .
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The 3 Advents
Most of us are familiar with the season of Advent leading up to Christmas Day. A quick stroll through the grocery store proves that Advent calendars are more associated with gobbling up chocolates hidden behind little cardboard windows than they are with Christ. Here’s a picture of my kiddos’ devoured Advent “calendar” (left). But what is the meaning of Advent and how is it intended to work down into our everyday lives?
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If You Came Out of Hiding
If you came out of hiding
What would you find there?
Who would others see?
The real you
Your heart, mind true
Your past through all the distance, too
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Striking Parallels: Why Jesus Died
We live in a world darkened… stained by sin. Sin = anything we, as humans, think, say, or do that is contrary – opposite to God’s way of love and truth. We face the effects and consequences of sin – death and evil and destruction are everywhere. Depravity is, perhaps, the most empirically verifiable fact in the world.
So, is there any hope? Is there mercy for broken, messed up humanity?
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Jesus.
Imagine the sights, sounds, and feelings for a moment.
But Peter – being the ever talkative one – starts jabbering about how to apply the experience. “Here’s what I think we should do…” he starts in. But the next line grabs our attention:
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Holy Week.
Christians all around the globe set this week apart from all others to remember Christ’s entrance into Jerusalem amid shouts of “Hosanna,” His steps to the cross, the foot-washing and Passover celebration, and the impending Resurrection Sunday. Such is why we call it Holy Week. The Father’s love for the world poured through the passion of the Son. . . .
