I’m a designer and poetry writer who enjoys the study of theology and culture. I’m the husband of a gracious wife and dad of our four wild, amazing kids.
Sometimes I struggle out loud. I fail daily. My hope is not in myself or my enough-ness. It’s in my gracious Savior and his promise to never leave me nor forsake me. I have no more solid ground than that.
My heart is in pilgrimage. This world is home yet I’m sojourning through. It’s a glorious ruin, as Francis Schaeffer put it. Poetry is the most natural way to translate the heart. As I attempt this, I hope to serve you, my fellow image-bearer.
Soli Deo Gloria.
By George Herbert
Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tow’r,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.