With inspiration from Pilgrims’ Hymn by Stephen Paulus Yes, even before we call on your name Lord, you meet us. Before we humbly ask, In a single branch of Jesse you came, Offering life which darkness cannot mask. Unceasing love, O your unceasing love Falls freshly from your blessed throne of grace. Calling a servant…
My mother said, “He was a pew marker.” Colorful, broad-jacketed shoulders marked the spot, twelve rows back, a Sunday regular, always early, always eager, waiting for the word of God. “In the beginning was the word.” God’s word, his marker. Informing life, expanding vision, building dreams, enabling mighty laughter. A laugh ringing out, From Tubac,…
For the people building of Church of the Resurrection, Wheaton, Illinois, who wrote their names and verses of hope on the concrete floor of the old Alcoa building before it was converted into a glorious worship space. Faceless Saints In black steel and cold concrete God’s people begin with words. Written. Sung. Prayed. Spoken. Marked…