On the wings of the wind

After 2 Samuel 22 

I ride the wings

of the wind, lifted

from danger and

peril and my own

stupidity and sin,

lifted and cleansed,

brought into presence,

carried through and

over the fire, over 

the storm, arriving

at a place of safety,

of peace, peace within

my own soul.

 

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Some Friday Readings

 

The Mad Farmer on Claude, AI, and the Church – Hayden Nesbit at Mere Orthodoxy.

 

“Idle,” poem by Anne Corkett – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.

 

Psalm 119 in Eight Words – Andrew Wilson at Think Theology.

 

“Lord, Who Throughout These 40 Days,” hymn by Claudia Hernaman – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

What else does God name? – Seth Lewis.

Singing to remember

After 2 Samuel 22 

I wrote a song, once,

a song of thanksgiving

and redemption, a song

I remember now. It is

a song of life,

a song of my life.

the song I wrote

to remember always

celebrates who

the author is,

the author of salvation,

the author of redemption

and rescue, the author

who takes me and

protects me in the cleft

of the rock, the author

who brings me to

the oasis in the desert,

the author who writes

my story. I sing

that song to remember.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

The Spiritual Discipline of Unlearning – David Prince at Prince on Preaching.

 

Holy Humor – Joshua Budimlic at Iotas in Eternity.