“The Unattended Things”: Road Trip 2017
In part one of my summer 2017 road trip retrospective, I explore the unforeseen value of paying attention to generally unattended things.
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Ode to the Mothers in their Sisyphean Joy
Forgive me, please. I’m about to do what a man is not likely now or ever to be encouraged by prudence to do: I’m going to speak for women. Not all women, mind you. But women nonetheless, which is perilous enough. Though the women in my life are in fact considerable in number and unparalleled […]
Continue reading →“Poiema”: A Poem
I was inspired to write a poem this morning, which is personally important because I have not published anything here for a while, and I have barely written anything other than midterms and seminary papers for the last few months. This is how it went: I was up too late last night/this morning reading a book […]
Continue reading →Atlas Didn’t Shrug and Neither Should We
Jesus, the greatest child prodigy and antitypical Atlas, stooped under rather than shrugged off the pressures and scorn of the world.
Continue reading →“Blessed are the Poor in Spirit”: The Wisdom in Suffering
How does God use the weak and foolish things to overthrow the mighty and wise? What is blessed about poverty of spirit? What is the insight of suffering?
Continue reading →Rhymes About the First Time a Famous Poet Read One of My Awful Poems
A poem of rhymed couplets concerning the first time a famous poet, Thomas Lux, read one of my poems. He is a good teacher. And thorough.
Continue reading →How to Be Hated Like Jesus
Just because you’re persecuted doesn’t mean you’re right. You might just be a jerk.
Continue reading →Ars Est Celare Artem: Fragments and a Poem
Ars Est Celare Artem means “Art is to conceal art.” An experiment in coalescing fragments, this post contains some flash memoir and a poem.
Continue reading →The Reformed Church vs. the Reforming Church
Why do we call ourselves Reformed? Has the Reformation been hijacked by slavery to human authority and tradition? If so, what can we do about it?
Continue reading →Ode to the Mother of My Children: A Birth Story
On Sunday evening, May 20, 2012, I went to bed at the normal hour. It had been a good sabbath. Vanessa was a few days past her due date, but this had given us time to take our membership vows at the church we had been attending since we moved to Marietta a few months before. […]
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