The Sound of Static

These days, I am waking up every morning to the comforting sound of static. I must have hit the wrong button on my clock radio, and all stations have been lost. What wakes me every morning now is a soft, gentle, noise. No music. No talking. I used to hear preaching all day, every day. … Continue reading The Sound of Static


The Right to be Righteous (from Robbed to Robed)

He gives beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that we might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified. Isaiah 61:1-3 When I felt I had begun to recover from my last church experience, I decided to … Continue reading The Right to be Righteous (from Robbed to Robed)