Surrounded by Infinity

April 28, 2010 |  by Paul Richardson  |  Articles, Poetry  |  Comments Off

By Guest Contributor Sharon Toews What does it mean to experience “the renewal of your mind.” Typically I have thought of this in terms of purification or beginning to desire the things of God instead of the things of this world. I believe these are both common and valid interpretations, but I feel like I understood a fresh aspect of this verse today. Our minds naturally function according to the rationality of this world and tangible reality. But we are exhorted: “Do not be conformed to this world,” or, as noted in my Bible as another possible translation, “to this age.” We are called not to be conformed to this world, this age, this blip of finiteness suspended amidst an unfathomable eternity beyond the confines of time and space and our feeble understanding of “reality.” When we accept Christ, we are set free from previous worldly notions of what is possible, realistic, and logical. Indeed our whole being is being renewed and reoriented, and yet there is

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Artistry

February 21, 2010 |  by Eric  |  Poetry  |  No Comments

03-22-07

The simplicity of lines
dulled to extravagance
Is the majesty of humanness.

But He has nothing to dull,
and does not progress.
His infinite Majesty far outweighs
This tragic artistry.

Fire in the Wilderness

February 19, 2010 |  by Eric  |  Poetry  |  No Comments

12-18-06

I could have forged my doubt into art;
fire and coal and burning
and…

hammering.
And I could have waved for help
like an intellect
compelled to sell for spirit
-coping wanderer, flame of fire-
forging fortitude;
a long stayed winter of steam
rising for clean…

air. And it was still.

and Abraham’s stars spoke –
their brightness through time
woke my appetite
lost…

Finally,

I am no poet.
I am no god.
I am a slave led into the wilderness.
And I’m glad.

The fire here is brighter.

LIFE – by Dan Coombs

September 15, 2009 |  by guest contributor  |  Poetry  |  No Comments

Here’s my imperative:

If you would dare to live that epic narrative that is your life,

Than your task is to grasp with every last gasp of breath in your lungs for that one rung that’s hung just above what’s comfortable and comforting.

Confront the thing that’s keeping you thinking you can sit on your butt

 and watch life come to you.

‘Cus the only way to place in this race is to make yourself reach for each single inch.

It’s the difference between sitting in indifference and living with intention.

Did I mention you gotta run even when nobody’s lookin’?

That’s the way they can say you can make or break the game in the off season. Read More