Design vs. Defined

Sitting talking with a friend about the unique qualities of each individual and the beauty of how God designed vs. defined people. There are so many ways that culture would seek to define us as having one way of showing beauty, but if we listen to this voice we miss out on the possibilities of created beauty and how that beauty reflects and has the potential to call forth a unique aspect of the beauty of God.

All we have to do is look at nature and all the creativity that calls us to remember that beauty is more than something defined, it is completely designed and something that we are meant to discover.


– Sallie Adams –

The leaves in the air, collect in conversation
like tissue-skinned executives in a steam-bath
Carrying their weight to lament.
Birds hawk, and the dry ground
Is scalier than their alienated notes soaring
Their nest in the jem-colored maples.
In the autumn everything is suppressed.
Even the sun’s yellow appearance.
Field-corn turns to pith
And the bug-heaped haystacks are reduced to slums;
Reminding us all identities are contradictions in
The seasonal world the foreign world where empathy is the only tourist
Who can temper a number of magnanimous forces can honor each for its own uniqueness.


Thank you Sallie…your words help me to remember to look for beauty in every face I see.

Breathing In And Out

I held a tiny baby, warm and innocent in my arms. It was mesmerizing to look into these fresh clear eyes. Only hours before, I was working with a man and woman who no longer love each other, their love for each other, “…has expired and dried up,” they are drowning in how life has chiseled away at their love and can barely breath the same air in the room together.

Holding this little guy I wonder what kind of world he is entering where culture has defined love as a feeling that has a mysterious, undefinable expiration date? How has the word commitment become an option like delete on the computer? I want to protect him, I want to promise him something more that he can hope for and yet looking into these fresh eyes, I realize he holds a purer picture of love – one day you are breathing underwater and the next your lungs jump start you into breathing in and breathing out. The very basis for love is trust.

It would be lovely to have these two random worlds collide, letting this little gift of life tutor this couple in remembering what love looks like before it is fractured and chiseled by life. Could he teach them how to breath in and breath out, without holding all the pain in life so close that it chokes them?

As I hold both ends of the spectrum, there is a longing for words and images that will invite both young and old, to taste of the expansive love of God that is calling us all to remember – love is a choice, more than a feeling and yes sometimes the only clear picture is to close our eyes and remember that we all began by breathing underwater – impossible, but real.

Maybe that is part of why Jesus said, “You are absolutely right, take if from me, Unless a person is born from above, it is not possible to see the Kingdom of God.” John 3:3 (Message)