20 May, 2011

Published

This morning I learned that a piece I submitted to Catapult, the online magazine of an organization called *cino (Culture Is Not Optional), was selected for this week's issue! The theme of the issue is "Movement," reflecting on works of art that have moved us in various ways, motivated changes in behavior or outlook, etc. Check it out, and peruse the rest of *cino's site while you're at it -- they're doing some great things.

http://www.catapultmagazine.com/movement/article/look-up

16 May, 2011

a simple song

This is a song that my friend Christy Danner and I have in the works. I wrote the words, she's providing the musical genius. I wrote these words one day three years ago during a particularly troubling season; my family was trying to help an immigrant woman who was the victim of domestic abuse. She was physically, emotionally, and financially trapped by her domineering husband. Few things anger and grieve me as much as this sort of manipulation and cruelty that can exist between people. I couldn't fix anything for this woman. But I wrote down what I would've liked to have told her, and even three years later it serves as a reminder to pray for her, wherever and however she is.

Christy and I have a few others pieces in the pipeline and are hoping to do a house concert this summer. Stay tuned!
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Dearheart, listen now
There is something better to hear
Dearheart, rest now
There are kinder arms somewhere
Dearheart, trust now
This love that’s been broken will be made right someday
Dearheart, speak now
Your words have weight and worth
Dearheart, leap now
Your body is free and lovely
Dearheart, sleep now
This night you’ve feared for so long will bring a saving dawn

01 May, 2011

The gift of a loose grip

You are so many enigmas. You tell us that You will give us the desires of our hearts, and we whimper like children when we do not see the longed-for gift arriving immediately and according to our specifications. Are You chuckling quietly, wise parent that You are, as You watch us kicking against what we do not know?

You could simply snatch all of our self-made plans away from us suddenly and completely, leaving us feeling cheated and robbed. We would resent You, unwilling to believe You when You say that You only and always do what is best for us.

Instead, You condescend to slowly, patiently help us unclench our fists from the tightly-held desire. You work in and around us, reaching into corners of our hearts that we had forgotten about, causing events and conversations and moments that all whisper to us, "I have something so much better planned for you. Your eyes only see the story so far." You change the desires of our hearts to be what they ought to be. You do it so subtly that we barely notice it happening; but once our eyes are opened and our hearts are finally at peace -- their desires resting on their newfound object -- we will find that we don't mind at all.