Because Souls Are Like Gardens
'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
It’s kinda a fun study to take a few minutes to watch a non-believing church service. (For example, an atheistic church service: They can be found on YouTube.) It’s interesting to watch it with eyes wide open to what looks like ‘rightness’ and same-same patterns of church, yet it is (simultaneously) sad that the absence of the person of Yeshua can be felt…
The sound of gongs fills the space. Empty clanging, metallic noise. It is the sound of head-dwelling and heart avoidance; a mechanical absence of love…
The interactions were shallow. Information-based. Void of heart. Third or fourth-hand experiences but never inspired from within…
Off in the distance, smoke rises. As bombs are dropped, distant voices rise above the roar of rubble and death. Some voices plead for attention, for drama, for fear and for failure….
I am sad that people still fall victim (myself included) to clever predatory language perpetrated by divisive media outlets, tertiary institutions and professors, and political orators. Intellectualism has risen to god-like status. (I’m kinda writing free here… let’s just see where this leads.) Our own understanding gets us into a lot of trouble at times. … Continue reading LOVE
I remember sitting at the piano as a kid, feeling the ivory keys beneath my fingertips and the resonance of the notes moving around me; the hammers hitting the strings and creating a tangible hum…
Good question… who told you?
I’m done living in a perpetual future-casting mindset. I am learning to rest in ‘my now’.
Identity is not a label. It is not who or what others say you are. It is not a bank account, a medal, a persuasion, a job or an ability…
We often live life from the perspectives of past or future, but how often do we stop to enjoy the moment we are actually in? How often do we stop to enjoy and be thankful for our ‘now’?
