Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
I looked about the cabin, concerned that everyone else aboard the flight was beholding the beauty just beyond our wings. Sadly, the passengers about buried in books or devices, adrift with sleeping masks and shuttered windows, oblivious to the glory show were uniquely privy to. I turned back to the clouds, unwilling to let it go unseen.
Holiness took hold of them as they intentionally stepped away from their common work and towards God’s rest.
I felt the Spirit invite me to take off my spiritual rain jacket…
The wise men spent their entire lives learning to worship God rightly.
King Herod never made it to the manger. What held him back? What holds us back?
Sacrifice is a muscle and Abram built up his brawn long before his big renaming.
Our earthly work assignments are intentional and formational, not random and exasperating.
We visited the Pantheon weeks ago, yet it still sits squarely in my mind.
We exist amidst a living exhibition and the original Artist is in endless attendance.