Thanks to Todd Jenkins for this poem, for this truth. Read more of Todd’s work on his blog here
When the gospel no longer
sounds like good news,
maybe our measure
of what is good –
and the people for whom
it was intended –
has slipped a few
too many notches.
We are not called
to shoehorn the gospel
into our narratives
of comfort and security,
but to open our hearts and lives
to love’s expansive reach.
We are made to fit love,
not the other way around.
Keep stretching.
It’s reaching toward you now;
has been since
before your first breath;
will be forevermore.
A picture from our recent trip to Yosemite National Park. This gnarled remnant of a tree/root sits atop one of the highest rocks on Sentinel Dome, keeping watch over all of Yosemite Valley. Its presence and endurance provide a deep comfort to me. Todd
