Easter Wings

I love poetry because it forces me to look at the beauty of words and the way we use them. I was looking for poems about Easter, and John Donne is typically my go-to poet, but this time, I began with George Herbert. His poem “Easter Wings,” particularly its last line, opened my eyes and centered my heart. “For, if I imp my wing on thine, / Affliction shall advance the flight in me.” Amen. Isaiah 40:29-31 reveals the same truth: reliance on God through suffering leads to a unique renewal of our strength. Easter is all about this juxtaposition: suffering and …

Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder

I just finished a class on the theology of Augustine, so if my posts become Augustine-infested for a while, consider this your fair warning. Studying Augustine’s work, specifically Confessions, renewed my desire to learn and shocked my brain into working harder than ever. His understanding and application of order and beauty is part of why I chose “beauty” as my word of the year (though I feel cheesy saying it).  I always valued things according to their truth or usefulness—nothing else. Is it utilitarian? That’s all I wanted. But now, having seen through the eyes of Augustine, I realize the inadequacy …

My word for 2017

I’ve never picked a theme word for the year. I don’t have a problem with it; it’s just never been my thing. Nor do I typically make resolutions. Only in the last few years have I begun working through a list of questions to help me pray and plan for the coming year. When I sat down to work through my yearly questions, I discovered that I’m all dreamed out. I have great goals and ambitions on which I am praying and trusting God, but I can’t dream any further without taking action. I decided to move on, knowing that I can come back to the …

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

How often, when you’re singing a hymn, does the weight and beauty of a song land on you? How often do you realize what you’re singing is a testimony of the Lord’s work in your life and in the lives of those around you? I remember one Sunday when we sang this line at church: “Morning by morning new mercies I see.” How often do we notice God’s mercy in our lives? When we sing, “All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,” do we acknowledge and thank God for that truth? Thanksgiving is a day set aside for us …