Friday, September 8, 2023

Small and deep


After Mark 3:13-19, Luke 8:1-3
 

No megachurch, no TV

audience, no millions

of followers and likes.

Instead, he chose 12,

12 men from different

walks, different families,

different backgrounds.

And then he poured

himself into them,

a fine wine into

broken bottles, 

befriending, discipling,

teaching, training,

praying for, encouraging,

correcting, reproving,

helping them to know

him, and, in the process,

each other. It was 

a disparate group,

to be sure, from zealots 

to tax collectors to

fishermen. Each was

called, each was

trained, each was

loved.

 

Photograph by Isaac Sloman via Unsplash, Used with permission.


Some Friday Readings 

 

Lifetimes in Landscapes – Brianna Lambert at Looking to the Harvest. 

 

The Tragedy of Despair – Nathaniel Urban at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

Homeschooling and Red Herrings – Nadya Williams at Front Porch Republic.

 

They were never ignoring me – James Hunt at Stories About Autism.

 

Poet Laura: For the Birds – A Poetry Reading…for Chickens – Dheepa Maturi at Tweetspeak Poetry.

1 comment:

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Masterful poem, Glynn!
Blessings!