This is a post from the archives. I’m reposting it today in honor of Mother’s Day. Our good God, Today will be littered with cards and flowers, chocolates and hugs. Today there will be no apparent end to the hand-drawn stick figures scratched in green crayon next to the almost-legible: To Mom. Today we
Our Good God, You are the God we know by many names: Redeemer Creator Savior And we find ourselves aching for these names to be our reality because as we lay our heads down to rest, our minds can do anything but. The sickness in our souls – the grief, the pain, the fear,
We are a people of lost lament. Pain rips at our chests, loss punctures our hearts. These dark days it seems that violence and death punctuate our communal calendar. We ache for peace, we long for restoration. We miss those we lost, we hate those who took them. And in the midst of our pain,
We stand at the altar to an Unknown God, and sometimes we feel a quiet pang of resonance, because sometimes You match the name. We know that You are unknown in Your vastness, and that we cannot pin You down, but sometimes You feel unknown in bigger, more poignant ways. Sometimes, You are
Our dear Father, We are a people of scathing tongues. We bite, we devour, and we hate our brother. Too quick, we are, to sputter from our lips without care or caution endlessly destructive words. What is more – what is worse – is the way we carefully sweeten the poison on our lips. Even
You are the God of that land we have not seen, and the God of this one we can. You are the Maker of every square inch, those we have discovered and those we never will. You are the God of history, of ages, outside of time, and it was Your imagination that crafted seconds,