BEHOLD.
(the art of looking deeper)
Welcome.
This is a place for the soul to find rest, for the heart to dance.
A place for marveling at the beauty and mystery of God’s kingdom in one hand while holding the pain and paradox of life in the other.
This is a space for questions that ache, for quiet wondering, for commonplace revelations.
Here, I will share my journey of uncovering the beautiful real nestled within everyday realities.
I’m so glad you’re here.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees,
takes off his shoes…
-e.b. browning
This Easter Sunday, Drew and I raised glasses filled with sparkling grape juice along with two dear friends as a toast to our risen King Jesus and all He has done in our lives. It was a bittersweet cup, because among the four of us we carry a good deal of loss, trauma, and ongoing health concerns. Like the couple on the road to Emmaus admitting to a yet-unrecognized risen Jesus “but we had hoped,” we have carried, body and soul, the weariness of journeying onward in the face of unmet hopes and dreams. After dinner, the four of us read a liturgy “In Praise of Christ Who Conquered Death” aloud together as a testament to the inevitability of dawn, of the Risen Son, even when all appears to be cloaked darkness. . .