God Is In The Radio

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  • Blessed Are The Weary Souls

    Blessed are the burned out, those racing through each hectic day, barely holding on, struggling to make rent, and find moments of rest. Blessed are the doomscrollers, glued to their screens and unable to look away, horrified by the headlines… Continue reading

    Blessed Are The Weary Souls
  • Choosing Love

    It is said that the unexamined life isNot worth livingBut a lifetime of deep contemplation onThe biggest questions can wear you out Sometimes, an insight breaks through, likeA luminous ray of sunshine after days ofTempests and blackened skies And you… Continue reading

    Choosing Love
  • Jesus, the Nail Technician of Glory

    Brothers and sisters in Christ, beloved turtles of His pasture, gather round! For today, we’re gonna talk about a Jesus you’ve never considered before. Oh, I feel the Spirit trembling in my pelvis—this one’s gonna knock your socks off and… Continue reading

    Jesus, the Nail Technician of Glory
  • God Is Waiting For Us

    We say God is hidden,But is it we who fail to see?Is She not in your lover’s gaze,In the quiet grace of the setting sun,Or the pale moon’s gentle glow?Does She not whisper in the warmth you feel,In the meal… Continue reading

    God Is Waiting For Us
  • Ordinary People

    All the ordinary people speaking ordinary words,Yet light pours through their faces, a quiet glowDivine whispers spilled from their lips like rivers of graceEach movement is a sacred dance, the flutter of unseen wings I think of Merton, standing on… Continue reading

    Ordinary People
  • Time’s Silent Devourer

    Time marches on—unyielding, blind, and deaf to cries.Is it a circle, infinite? Does God linger, watching beyond its edge?Within the ticking gears of clocks is the slow erosion of progress.Each fleeting second gnaws at my skin,Tearing me closer, closer—ever nearer… Continue reading

    Time’s Silent Devourer
  • Whispers

    This morning, the birds are singing outsideA sheet of gray clouds hangs over the skyLike a soft, warm canopy The work-week is beginning, but I am stillI hear the wind rustling through the treesIt whispers the names of God The… Continue reading

    Whispers