Showing posts with label disciples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disciples. Show all posts

Sunday, September 14, 2025

Spreading the news


After Like 24:1-12

 

Stunned. Overwhelmed.

The three women were

the first to hear the news.

Then they remembered

his words, but was he

really serious? He would

rise on the third day?

They hurried to tell

the others, the eleven and

the rest, with a not

entirely unexpected 

response: skepticism, 

doubts, perhaps a trace

of ridicule, surly this was

idle talk and speculative

rumor. A story, in other

words, a tale, and it was

somewhat cruel of them

to repeat it. But the one

called the rock listened;

something struck him

as true, and he raced

to the tomb, finding it

just as the women had

said. It was empty.

He was gone.

 

Photograph by Logan Weaver via Unsplash. Used with permission

Some Sunday Readings

 

Reading as Rebellion – Trevin Wax at The Gospel Coalition.

Christianity in China – Ndrew Wilson at Tabletalk.

Field of Bounty and of Grief – Steven Searcy at Mere Orthodoxy. Related: Four Poems from The Locust Years by Paul Pastor – Rabbit Room Poetry.

“On Shakespeare. 1630,” poem by John Milton – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.

How Adam Zagajewski “Accidentally” Wrote the Definitive 9/11 Poem – Elaine Wang at Literary Hub.

How the West Lost Its Soul – Paul Kingsnorth at The Free Press.

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.

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Job description


After Matthew 5:1-10

 

Thank you, sir,

thank you, ma’am,

for your application.

I’d like to provide 

a little detail on what

we mean by “Wanted:

Disciple.”

 

Qualifications include:

poverty in spirit,

an ability to mourn,

meekness,

a hunger and thirst

for righteousness,

mercifulness,

purity in heart,

peacemaking, and

an expectation 

of being persecuted.

 

Not the usual job

qualifications, I admit,

a bit unusual, slightly

eccentric, and not

exactly the qualities

of A-type personalities.

Or even B-types,

for that matter.

 

But then, there are

the benefits. Not a 401K,

medical, dental, vacation,

stock options, or pension.

No, these are unlike

any you’ve ever seen

or even heard about.

In fact, you might call

them eternal benefits:

 

the kingdom of heaven,

comfort when you mourn,

inheritance of the earth,

satisfaction for hunger,

mercy,

seeing the face of God,

being called God’s sons, 

and let me repeat,

the kingdom of heaven.

 

Still interested?

 

Photograph by Tim Gouw via Unsplash. Used with permission. 

Friday, April 29, 2022

Broadcast news


After Luke 24:1-12
 

The women return, murmuring

among themselves, grappling

with the shock of the stone

rolled away, an empty tomb,

dazzling messengers saying

he was not there but risen.

They speak the news, meet

denial (what do women know?),

find accusations of idle talk,

fake news, ridiculed

in disbelief of what they say,

what they say they’ve seen.

Except for one, only one 

who runs to see, to prove

one way or the other, and

he finds the broadcast news

to be good.

 

Photograph by Kane Reinholdtsen via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Hothead speaks truth


After Matthew 16:13-20
 

Asked the question

who do you

say I am,

it is the hothead

who answers first.

The Christ. The Son.

The Son of the Living God.

And for this act of faith

revealed not by human

understanding but by spirit,

by confession,

Simon becomes Cephas,

Cephas becomes Petrus,

Petrus becomes stone,

the foundation stone

upon which will be built

the body, the ones

called out from the crowd,

the ones who will tear

down the gates of hell,

the ones holding

the keys of heaven.

 

Photograph by Barrie Johnson via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, January 21, 2022

The city of Pan


After Matthew 16:13-20
 

It is the city of Pan,

and of Baal before that,

a city replete with statues

to worship, now the city

of Caesar, of the deity

of man and self, this city

of Greeks and Syrians and

a dash of ruling Romans,

a gentile city. It is here

that he asks them

who he is, who do people

say he is. Answers vary:

the reborn cousin, the man

who rode a chariot of fire,

the prophet sawn in half

for speaking truth.

He persists: 

But who

do you 

say I am?

 

Photograph by Sarah McCutcheon via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, November 14, 2021

When in doubt


After Luke 24: 36-43
 

When he appears

among them, without

sign or warning,

not there one moment

and there the next,

and says peace,

they feel anything but.

Peace? Are you serious?

You died, and here

you are. Peace? How

about fear, and shock?

No, he offers peace:

set aside the questions

in your hearts, and 

consider: does a ghost

have flesh and bone?

Can a ghost let you

see and feel the wounds

in his hands and feet?

And by the way, is

there anything to eat?

 

When in doubt, touch,

and eat fish.

 

Photograph by Jonathan Borba via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, November 12, 2021

Suddenly


After Luke 24:36-43
 

Disconcerting, yes,

to see what appears

to be a spirit

suddenly

standing there, 

the spirit of the man

recently deceased,

the man whose life

and death you were

actually discussing

at the very moment,

as if words summoned

a spirit.

Startling, yes,

frightening, no question.

They’d been hearing

the reports of life

after death, but it’s

easy to doubt what

you yourself haven’t

seen. And then,

suddenly, there he is,

smiling, speaking

words of calm. And

they see another

reality: their doubt

evaporating,

suddenly.

 

Photograph by Luke Richardson via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Discipleship


After John 17:26

Discipleship begins with
Remembering who you are.
Discipleship means leaving 
this world, leaving
this culture, ignoring
the voices (print, digital, real)
that counsel us, cajole us, 
advise us, intimidate us, 
bully us, threaten us
to follow them.

Discipleship means
to understand how little
the world offers us,
the transient flash, as
it whispers to ignore
the eternal.
Discipleship means
community, because it
happens as we gather
together, teach each other,
speak with each other,
break the bread and
drink the wine 
with each other, love
each other. Discipleship
is what we share 
in common.

Photograph by Kevin Gent via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Those given to me


After John 17:9,10

It is a prayer,
a prayer before the darkness,
a prayer for followers.
for disciples, for those
who believe, those now
and those later, those
knowing the truth given,
those given to me, those
who are yours, those
given me in your name,
those given in glory,
those given to me.
This is my prayer,
a prayer for them.

Photograph by Artem Verbo via Unsplash. Used with permission.