“Joy is the serious business of heaven.” CS Lewis Part 1 Under the Yew Tree The autumn air grew chilly as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was that time of day—just past sunset— that falls heavy in the air and everything on land, sea, and sky grows distant and melds into steely gray…
Category: Faith
Dying for Breath
My husband and I had been leading a tour of the biblical sites of Israel when we first learned that the pandemic had hopped from China to the Mid-East. A few COVID-19 cases had been reported in the ancient city of Jerusalem and surrounding villages. Even then the threat loomed distant—like it was someone else’s…
Extraordinary
Extraordinary There isn’t an eagle’s feather, pine needle, or postage stamp of sky that doesn’t silently shout extraordinary lengths— in this extravagant showcase of quaking life. It became necessary to span the distance between God and humankind. Our cosmos is a fading fragment of the unapproachable light in which He dwells. We…
Someone Flip the Turtle Over, Please!
Those red and yellow tulips looked sprightly, especially to a seven-year-old girl on a walk around the block. They looked so good, that I picked them from my neighbor’s yard and presented them to my aunt as a gift. Her response wasn’t what I expected. Aunty Florence promptly marched me up to the door of…
Five Purposes of Prophecy
In this post-modern world and sadly in the Church one of the first big hurdles to leap when speaking of the prophetic is the strong disbelief that God still uses the prophet and the prophetic message. The second hurdle is that Christians can all prophesy. Let’s take a look. The gift of prophecy is one…
Stability
{Photo credit for diptych: Mary Jo Pierce on the left. Bonnie Saul Wilks on the right.} I am listening to the early rain, drinking morning coffee, meditating on the open road before me as the new year begins… It is ridiculously obvious to I say that I sense levels of change on this new day…
Resisting Ceremony
Resisting Ceremony There is something in the conceit of youthfulness that resists ceremony. Maybe I am a middle-aged woman who still dresses up for church, remembers the Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day, recites the pledge of allegiance to my country with joy and pride and thinks that formal observance transcends post-modern culture. I am a one who…
Rusted Filigrees
Rusted Filigrees It will not be said of me that “I staggered not” at the promises of faith, rather that “my hand held the sword.” I’ve altered and swayed, plummeted in despair and hoped to hope. Yet I held focus in all the shifting on that which changes not. I’ve lingered much on…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 