*A poem inspired by my morning run and Psalm 19* It happened this morning. After a run. Wet and fussy. Just out of breath—winded but not heaving. Neighborhood lit with grey glow— bright enough to be day, dim enough to... Continue Reading →
If a Christian lamentation is nothing else, it is a longing gaze heavenward—it is a grief and discontentment for the present death and destruction that Adam’s sin occasioned, and it is the expectation for what God promised: that our eyes will be wiped of our tears and our broken hearts will be bound up. Christian lamentation is the shameless acknowledgement that things are not as they should be, and things are not as they will be.