by Vina Mogg | Mar 1, 2022 | Faith and Culture
I crawl underneath a 100-year-old house to inspect its sinking foundation. Built on post and pier a century ago, its footings are settling into the sand. Beneath the floorboards the foreman points out the rotting posts and the unstable footings. Already afraid, with...
by Vina Mogg | Apr 1, 2021 | Poetry
His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace. Ephesians 2:15 Two broken entities. Colors shouting back and forth to each other: You are one. I am the other. He has already made us One. He has broken down the wall of...
by Vina Mogg | Apr 1, 2021 | Poetry
A winter tomb. A cavern womb. A lodge for pain. Grief branches into limbs and sinew and marrow. Ache lingers there. Warm brown arms envelope this tomb. Breath buries into her bosom. “Release that pain!” Her prayer over me unfurls its rooted hold. Tendrils of freedom...
by Vina Mogg | Dec 1, 2020 | Memoir
I confess. I love shoes. They were the last thing I bought before the pandemic hit. But they were bought in secret. With a credit card. An expensive pair of sandals I had been eyeing for a while. While on vacation in a city with my favorite store, I caved in. It was...
by Vina Mogg | Sep 1, 2020 | Memoir
…to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son—it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is. (C.S. Lewis) I experienced the impossible...
