More than a miracle story, this is a story of a call.
—not asking my ears
which like shells still surge with your silence.
Ask me this time with your tongue
touching mine. Give your words
to my mouth, let me swallow.
Let me tongue, and taste, and spill
my frail and almost unformed yes
back into you. Let it grow
as will the life I’ll let you plant in me.
So may I know as I’m consumed
that some slip of me is taking root
and strengthening in other soil—
I don’t want to hear any more from Eliphaz, Bildad, or Zophar. I want answers.
When COVID took my sense of smell, I was drawn to the Bible’s description of God’s.
Reading and preaching Hebrews without supersessionism
Israel’s claim that all people are created in God’s image is strikingly egalitarian.
The purpose of the word of God is not to make us feel condemnable, but to help us see what is commendable.