Broken Legs

I walk on broken legs. It’s a start of a poem, perhaps. But I don’t have those words yet. When I first wrote the sentence, it was early in the morning; I woke with the words in my mouth. I had unclear images – the pain of walking on an unsupported broken bone (which I … [Read more…]

Summoned to Be

In January of 2011 I began writing, under pressing inspiration, early every morning, for months. When the inspiration stopped, the writing stopped, because I don’t have the heart to fight to write. If it flows, I love it; if it isn’t flowing, it’s just awful and pedantic and clunky and I throw it away. I … [Read more…]

Unable to Stand

A few years ago I was able to spend the week before Easter reading Scripture and praying in a more focused way than usual. It was 2011, my personal annus mirabilis, the year when I finally accepted the idea that God accepted me. Every day for months, I heard new truth and wrote it down. … [Read more…]

Surrender

A few years ago I was able to spend the week before Easter reading Scripture and praying in a more focused way than usual. It was 2011, my personal annus mirabilis, the year when I finally accepted the idea that God accepted me. Every day for months, I heard new truth and wrote it down. … [Read more…]

Reconciliation

Recent events have many of us thinking, pondering, meditating on the state of relations among the diverse individuals who make up our nation. This evening, I’ll be attending a meeting at my Atlanta church, Renovation, to discuss just that. Praying toward that end, I’ve reflected on my early days at Renovation, back in January 2011. … [Read more…]

Stepping Forward

“I’ve been to a lot of airports. But I haven’t flown much.” I wrote that nearly four years ago. It’s about to be published in my book, From Fortress to Freedom, in a chapter called “Staying Behind.” I re-read it today while proofreading the manuscript for the book. In the past two days, I’ve dropped … [Read more…]

From Fortress to Freedom

In January 2011, God used a simple compliment to change my life. I had long struggled to be good in the eyes of God and man. In my immature, perfectionist way, I had developed strict rules and high standards designed to protect me from harm.  I effectively built a fortress around myself, a safe but … [Read more…]