blood on our hands

For some reason I often get minor cuts and things – not serious, but just enough to draw blood. Mostly they’re on my hands (it doesn’t help that I wash my hands all the time at work, so they get dry and cracked). A few months ago I wrote this poem to explore how that … More blood on our hands

Every Breath Is Fading (The Everyday Hope of Eternity)

We tend to be consumed with the present. This day, this week. This summer. This semester. We worry about classes and busy schedules and whether we’ll survive the season placed in front of us. We obsess over the things we want but just can’t reach – a job, a driver’s license, a relationship, freedom. We … More Every Breath Is Fading (The Everyday Hope of Eternity)

Every Breath Is a Battle (The Everyday War for Holiness)

We’re all warriors in the battle against our own sin. However else we may differ, whatever trials we may or may not be going through, we’re on a level ground here: redeemed sinners, taking to the field to fight the common enemy. I don’t think that battle is any easier for anyone. In fact, it … More Every Breath Is a Battle (The Everyday War for Holiness)