Posts Tagged ‘Jesus’

Scarlet Redemption

it was Scarlet it hung in silence, dangling there alone. shouts rose loud around it, chaos filled the air. people scattered, gathered. it hung alone, ready to rescue. it dangled quietly, waiting to be looked upon for salvation. it was simple, it was life for those clinging to it. there, against the...

March 31st, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

Concerning Faith

I am a Martha with a stick up her sense of piety. Every day that my stomach boils regarding My naked fingers and impressions on paper, I tell myself that He has covered me With His wings. But I know that I’ve already plucked them bare And eaten them for dinner, Smothered with the same honey that I’ve...

March 9th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More

AGITATE with Pam Hogeweide

CREATIVE. Typically used as a descriptive word, such as, “She is such a creative person,” or “He is a creative thinker.” I’ve noticed though, that creative is now also being used as a label to identify a tribe of people. They are referred to as Creatives. I’ve even heard of “the...

February 7th, 2013 | Agitate | Read More

A Theological Minute: Christian Identity in America

I am delighted to introduce a new column at Burnside called “A Theological Minute.” A few Burnside contributors and I will be sharing monthly bite-sized reflections on central questions of the Christian faith. “A Theological Minute” will hopefully provoke fruitful discussion and contemplation...

December 20th, 2012 | A Theological Minute | Read More

You

So daftly me. A tree in its place Brings me my happy face. A dawn carefully knit Has brought me to you Has strewn me in two Or more, But that might be a bore. To some who don’t give a damn. And they exist, they live and persist. To tear it down, to tear us down, To have no need for You. This makes...

November 25th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Who Would Dare?

Who would dare Strike at the heart and hope of a nation, Just because we don’t share the vision? Or somehow In our clouded fantasy Claim it as our own? Whether it was Socrates, Gandhi, JFK, Martin Luther King, John Lennon or Robert Kennedy, Or a million others, Who would dare murder these carriers...

November 17th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

A Reunion of Brothers

I pulled into the coffee shop, double-checked the time on the dashboard, and cursed myself. I arrived an hour earlier than needed. I used the sprint through the rain as an opportunity to chastise myself for being careless with my alarm. I decided to use the extra time to knock down a few loose projects...

October 17th, 2012 | Essays, Featured | Read More

Three Windows

I. Spirit Upon blessed defeat you enter in, a stranger, invading my heart and making a home there. Inside myself, I see a tiny house with dusty windows and tinier drapes in a loud plaid. You’re inside at the table with the morning paper waiting patiently for me to make a move. As I try to live, you...

October 6th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Behold Him

Behold Him; Your Eternal Creator All Creation reverberates His glory Behold Him; Your Heavenly Father Loving kindness; redemption’s story Behold Him; Your Matchless King Majestic, Holy; Crowned in Might Behold Him; your Savior and Lord The Only Way; the Truth and Life Behold Him; Christ Jesus,...

September 29th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Jesus, the Caregiver

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance: all the classic stages of grief. As a caregiver, I’d add another stage: burnout. My mom’s memory started to fail about 15 years ago, and my role as her caregiver started with an occasional offer of assistance (“Here, Mom, let me help you with...

September 21st, 2012 | Essays, Featured | Read More