Tag: God’s Grace
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The Cracking of the Shell
What a 43-Year-Old Sand Dollar and 30 Years of Nursing Taught Me About “It Is Finished” Forty-three years ago, a sand dollar was placed into my hands. I was young, unaware that this fragile, chalky white disc would become the anchor of my life–the quiet beginning of God’s relentless, loving pursuit of me through some…
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The Rivers of the Return
Moving Past the Shallows There is a distinct difference between surviving a wilderness and truly stepping back into the Garden. When you spend years wandering through seasons of grief, family warfare, or professional exile, your heart naturally defaults to a state of self-protection. You learn to live on the bare minimum–thankful for the quiet moments…
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Breakfast by the Sea
The Architecture of Reinstatement There is a profound reason why the ultimate work of Jesus didn’t conclude in an empty tomb, but on a shoreline. For a long time, the modern gospel text has been used to police our behavior and stir up panic about the future. We are conditioned to think of God as…
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The Casual Companion
Walking the Road to Emmaus We often assume that when God reveals Himself, it must be accompanied by blinding light, booming thunder, or overwhelming terror. We have been conditioned by a fear-driven narrative to think that the Creator of the universe only breaks into our world to police our behavior or hand down an ultimate…
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The Mistaken Gardener
The Grand Return to the Soil There are moments in the biblical narrative where a seemingly minor detail carries the structural weight of the entire universe. One of those moments happens in the early dawn hours outside an empty tomb (John 20). Mary Magdalene stands weeping in the morning mist, her heart completely shattered by…
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Along the Shore
The Saturn Sky, Route 66, and the 15-Year Loop Sometimes, God allows a seed to lie dormant in the dirt for over a decade before He brings it to life. In April of 2010, the ground shook beneath me once again. After years of running from the heartbreak of losing my firstborn son, Christopher, who…
