The stone is rolling. Teetering on the edge. Where once it was secure, placed by the fingers and hands of the Almighty Creator, fixed in its place. Where it once was separated from the waters, the sky, and the soft earth. Where it once was part of majestic mountains that hovered, that threatened. Where it… Continue reading The Stone is Rolling
God began His world with a parting of the waters above and the waters below. Let there be light, He said, separating the light from the dark. Holding back the elements of turbulent chaos, with His great hands. Pulling forth life from dust. Bracing in place the puzzle of existence, piece by piece, with His… Continue reading God Lets Go
He heard it a million times from his mom; son of God, born of a virgin. When he was younger, he did not really know what all those words meant. Everyone was nice to him and he had a special place when they went to temple. He remembered the old men looking at him with… Continue reading What the Savior Didn’t Know
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people. (Psa 22:6) Small, disgraceful maggot. Chewing on the left-over garbage. Squirming in the mud, beneath the feet of people above. He writhes, they shudder. He drags across the ground, they gag. There is no honor in the disgusting… Continue reading Blessed Worm
“Why is this night different from all other nights?” the child asks. The golden twilight feels heavier than usual. Father ties up his sandals hurriedly and mother paces looking out the front window. Dustier by the minute, neighbors and friends suddenly stir up the narrow streets with suspense. Bleating little lambs, anxious shouts across the… Continue reading Looking for the Lamb
The moment it aches, you know it’s not right. Anger, frustration, it just hurts inside. Locked in to get away. Sometimes knowing where it comes from, the words she said, the thing he forgot to do. But sometimes unable to place it, any joy or hope seems too far away. And I wonder, maybe, have… Continue reading A Better Me Wouldn’t Understand
It’s not Christmas. The neighbors haven’t plastered their home with Easter lights, nor has the Easter tree been trimmed with ribbons and bows. The little children don’t bubble with excitement in quite the same way. The grownups don’t stay up late shopping and preparing for the long-anticipated Easter Eve. It’s not Christmas, rather it is… Continue reading Ancient Easter is for the Kids
Cindy Koch 