only everything

I often see people quoting Abraham Kuyper: "In the total expanse of human life there is not a single square inch of which the Christ, who alone is sovereign, does not declare, ‘That is mine!'" And I know it is true. He claims only everything. Everything. But sometimes it comes home to me in concrete ways,…

Wonder: Word-Wonder Day 31

How does one conclude thirty-one days of blogging about words? I struggle with conclusions: the ends of papers, the ends of stories, the ends of semesters, of chapters in life. I don't like goodbyes, and at the same time I feel a sort of panicky necessity to do goodbyes well -- because there have been…

the problem

The Problem of Evil. The Moral Argument for God. It's hard to know exactly what to say when talking to a youth group: how much is too much or too little? What is it they need to take away? We're good at keeping things in the abstract, and their examples of "evil" were consistently examples…

for rain

There's that tantalizing look of rain outside. A slim 20% chance according to meteorologists, and we're mostly in the 80%. I've read interpretations of Matthew 5:45 that said the sun shining on the wicked and the good stands for blessing and the rain on the righteous and the unrighteous means trouble. But I've never read…

homeward

I'm a stranger here. My accent, which makes people down home sometimes ask me if I'm from "somewhere up north," here slips out strangely soft and gentle. I didn't even think about it, but when I addressed the people behind me in line as "y'all," I branded myself a stranger. Some people are born in…

sleeper, awake

I dreamed class met in a smokey pub, with a damp and dim and foggy English landscape outside.  I did not teach them about writing and thinking critically, but instead had to teach them how to play soccer and make calzones. (Note: I've no experience in either of those areas.) Explaining the rules of soccer, which I…

Five-Minute Friday: Wide

Five-Minute Friday again, with Lisa-Jo and the others. I'm glad to be here. Today's word is "wide," and I'm five years old singing that "There's a fountain flowing deep and wide," and I'm twenty-five years old singing that "There's a wideness in God's mercy," and today, maybe for the first time, I realize that the…

homeward

The cotton harvest is begun, heralded by six tarp-covered bales waiting in the dusk outside the gin. I am neither farmer's daughter nor farmer's wife, but I've been driving by the fields for upwards of seven years, hearing the talk of the farmers and their families, watching the different machines roll out to do their…

of trees

I contend with the swift fall of pollen on a coffee shop porch: tiny, green-yellow blossoms littering everything.  Ill-advised, probably, for my laptop, but inside was cold, and I felt lonely there.  Here I have the company of passing cars, the students two tables away from me, the swift-working wind which obliges me to upturn the…