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Digest: July-Sept 2013

Here’s some of the posts that you may have missed from the third quarter of 2013. These are among my favorites from this time period. Which ones have you enjoyed? Feel free to comment below, and use the buttons at the bottom of each post to pass them along to others who might enjoy them.

Contemplative Photography #1 (June 12) > the beginning of a new journey

Speak Peace (July 24) > a special ministry to others

The Sin of the Tree of Knowledge (Aug 18) > where did we actually go wrong?

Modern Alchemy (Aug 27) > our transactional lives

I Just Can’t Get Out (Sept 4) > me and this wasp are like this

Photography: A Contemplation (Sept 6) > more than a hobby

A Sigh of Goodness (Sept 15) > a poetic reflection on a satisfying sip

A Necessary Gift (Sept 21) > some things you just have to have

If you have just recently found this site, you may want to look back at some other favorite posts from recent years: [2011] Digest: Aug-Sept & Digest: Oct-Dec, [2012] Digest: Jan-Mar & Digest: Apr-Jun & Digest: July-Sept & Digest: Oct-Dec, [2013] Digest: Jan-Mar & Digest: Apr-June.

New items have also been posted on my Writings page as well, so pop over there for poetry, essays, short stories…and now also Bible studies and sermons!

Another extensive list of my most significant, personally revealing, and reflective posts can be found on my Silhouette page, an outline of how I have shared myself on this blog.

In addition, I have a second blog which has been running for over a year now: 2 Years of Psalms. It details my progress thus far on a two-year journey of encountering God.

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Posted by on October 12, 2013 in Life, Poetry, Prayer, Theology


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In the Midst

In the Midst

St Peter’s Basilica, in Rome, is pretty unimpressive.

From the outside, there’s just an open paved courtyard or plaza or piazza, and the dome of the church peeks up from behind an array of statues that seems all too par-for-the-course when it comes to ancient architecture.

It’s big, but it’s hardly something to be overwhelmed by as you meander through St Peter’s Square.

Until you get inside.

St Peter's Dome

St Peter’s Dome

Once you cross the threshold of the gigantic doors, you enter a space that borders on visual overload as your eyes are uncertain where to focus because there is simply too much to take in. The marble floors and massive altar, statues of giants of the faith–their stature proportional to their impact on millions of lives. Michelangelo’s sculpture of the Pieta, and a dome so massive that I am shrunk to near insignificance.

Now that I am in the midst of it, I can see all the wonder and the beauty; my soul can be impressed with the weight of its art.

I think it is fairly common for us to try and sell the objective perspective. We want to view a situation from a distance, to remove ourselves from the circumstances, so that we can “rightly” evaluate what’s there. By creating some separation, we hope to get a “real” view of what’s going on so that we can make a sound judgment.

I’m looking ahead into the next steps of life. Part of that season seems likely to include finally hunkering down and writing the book that I’ve been considering for over a year and a half. Despite whatever passion or talent I may have, I anticipate trials, difficulties, challenges to be disciplined, choices to be made.

Will I rise to the opportunity? Will I press on in excellence, faithfully fulfilling the task set before me? Will I say anything of significance, conjuring words that will contribute to the growth of others? What will this process do to me? Already I can foresee the temptations to laziness, to delay until I’ve read one more resource book, to wait until I have fully crystallized my thoughts and message before I compose the first paragraph.

From here, from outside this season, I really cannot say how I will do. I really cannot evaluate what I will become. I need to be in the midst of it.

The idea of these next steps is attractive enough from this piazza of contemplation. But I cannot make a final judgment from here. I must cross the threshold, stand in the midst, become swallowed by the dome, surrounded by the figures and inspiration from my own generation and from those that have gone before. I must get lost among the halls. I must stand still and simply look up.

Only then will I know what I am, only then will I be becoming that which I could only speculate on from the Square. This is no time for objective evaluation. It’s time to enter in.

From this side, I cannot see

In the midst is where I need to be

Judgments passed externally

Just a facade of what is me

In the midst it’s time to go

Truly caught up in the very throes

Of trial, art, and inspiration

All may be missed through hesitation

What will I be, I cannot say

Risk and challenge lead the way

But to stay out here in the Square

Is to never know Who’s in there


Another reflection on my trip to Italy can be found in a previous post. More poetry can be found on my Writings page.

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Posted by on May 22, 2013 in Life, Poetry


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