It’s impossible to overstate the power of light. Claude Monet understood how subtle variances could affect color and texture and he returned again and again to paint exact landscapes changed only by cloud conditions, seasonality or time of day. His twenty-five canvas series known as Haystacks displays this tremendous power to affect perception.
The radical concept of God being born to peasants is old news to us, yet we still have trouble seeing Him in the mundane aspects of our daily life. We generally know that God is present in every aspect of life, but our ongoing challenge is to see Him in the crowd or perhaps in a routine encounter. Advancing His Kingdom is therefore counterintuitive. The very reason He gave you life today might just be for the quick chat you had with the waiter at lunch who needed to hear from Him through you. Continue reading “The Counterintuitive Mission”
A trail of coffee drips from counter to floor,
the cup in pieces, the cookie in crumbles.
Broken and spilt.
I quickly get the broom and sponge
to hide away all traces of disorder and imperfection.
I make myself useful, Good Housekeepingly Successful.
I am restored back to my own sense of order.
At the cross, Lord, you were broken and spilt out.
If I had been there, would I have rushed in too quickly
to gather up the pieces before someone stepped on them and got hurt?
Would I have taken my sponge and wiped away
the stain of your blood upon the wood before it set,
before it could do its redeeming work?
Would I have waited in that moment of seeming chaos and despair
until you restored the world back to your sense of order?
Would I have realized that you were the exchange –
the stain of my sins absorbed by the stain of your blood?
Broken and spilt out.
Of all the stains, blood is the hardest to get out.