April 07, 2023

God-with-us Rested

A Holy Saturday Reflection
Written for Michigan District Church of the Brethren in 2021

Thus, the heavens and the earth were finished, and all their multitude.  And on the seventh day God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all the work that he had done. So, God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that he had done in creation. – Genesis 2:2-3 (NRSV) 

(As I write these words early in the morning of Holy Saturday, I am listening to Andrew Peterson’s album Resurrection Letters, Vol. 1. And I’m so moved by the song "God Rested" that I sensed I needed to build on the beautiful imagery of the song. Thanks AP. You continue to inspire me as a wordsmith and artist.)

It is finished.

Those last words now echoed in the recesses of their hearts.  

And it overshadowed what he’d proclaimed earlier, 

that he was the resurrection and the life. 

So, they did the ritual grief work of burial.

And as they wrapped his body in linen, 

it appeared that they too, 

were laying to rest their own hopes and dreams. 

The one they proclaimed with Hosanna while waving palm branches, 

now lay lifeless in the tomb.

As the sun was setting and the sabbath lay on the horizon,

As the stone was rolled over the entrance,

they walked away sighing his last words,

It is finished.

For them it was. 

It was over. 


Perhaps the most important non-words in all Scripture appear in 

the space between John 19:42 and John 20:1.

What’s happening in the blank space on the page remains a mystery.

Yet we’ve somehow heard this story before.

It feels familiar, only now being told in reverse. 


God rested.

The work was done, 

It was the seventh day, 

and it was blessed, 

and it was good.

While the darkness covered his face in the tomb, 

the ruah of God hovered

over the deep abyss of death.

Recreating humanity in a new image. 

Calling forth Light and Life. 

For those who proclaimed him as Lord and Messiah,

their world now felt like a formless void.

It was indeed finished,

but it was not over.

It is only the beginning.

They just couldn’t see it.


It is the seventh day. 

And God-with-us rested. 


March 24, 2023

God's Eco-Bluprint for Spring

It was the first time this spring that the soil had softened enough that my bare feet were no longer walking on the earth, but in it. That cold, soft, soggy soil squished and slurped between my toes with every step. It’s no wonder that the part of our body that has the most contact with God’s creation is called our soles. For I can attest that the way to my own soul occurs when my bare soles are interacting with creation. It’s there that the inner landscape reconnects with the outer landscape. It’s there that adam (Hebrew for human) reunites with adamah (Hebrew for earth). 

My soles are caked in the mud because I am engaged in my concentric prayer walk. In doing so, I am communing with creation as though it were a spiritual director or what the Irish call anam cara (soul friend). 

I’ve found that there is an ecological and seasonal blueprint encrypted within God’s creation. And it has led to a joyful discovery that I’ve come to know as God’s Eco-Blueprint. And each season is imprinted with its own meanings and lessons. 

Springtime is a season for awakening and activating the parts of our lives that have been dormant. The warming of the earth begins to crack the wintry cocoon that we’ve been living in.  And as the Light gets to us, we’re invited to emerge and begin detoxing our minds, bodies, and souls. This leads us to feelings of new beginnings, fresh possibilities for our lives. 

For we know that the Resurrection story is one that emerges from death to new life. From deep within the earth, Christ reemerges from the muddy mess of death so that our lives and souls are made fertile again.

Spring is a time for inspiration and excitement. It cajoles us to play and be joyful. To reconnect with our childhood passions. In doing so, we reclaim feelings of joy, hope, wonder and awe. We are inspired to tap into artistic, creative expressions such as writing, painting, woodcraft, making music, and singing.  

The vernal equinox is a time when both night and day are equally balanced. We’re reminded that we too must find balance in our spiritual and corporal lives. Perhaps we feel the urge to get our hands and feet dirty again by gardening, hiking or even tackling those outside projects that have been put on hold.

It is simply a season for in which water takes center stage. Whether by rains nourishing the earth or new life breaking the waters in pregnancy, water is what creates, sustains, and regenerates life. Historically in the church, spring is the season for baptism. Perhaps you could consider baptism or renewing your baptismal vows. Even the mud, which is part earth and part water, serves as a reminder that what animated our existence were both the dusty earth and the humid vapors of breath.

And as I glance down at my muddied soles, it would be easy to live into spring’s shadow side which is not inspiration rather agitation. That’s what happens when we do not take the lessons of spring to heart. It’s easier to be agitated by muddy situations than to see the fresh possibilities waiting to unfurl beneath the surface. So, I choose to see these muddy conditions as an environment where new life is possible. So too is the soil of our own souls that have endured a season of winter are now being muddied for the new thing that God is about to do. Are we paying attention?


[Published in Messenger Magazine, March 2021]


Sing into the Dark

The June moon was full as we trekked deeper into the “back 40” wilderness area. 

Last summer’s senior high youth camp had the chance to venture deep into the woods and sit in the darkness as part of the summer theme Creation Speaks. The night hike is always a favorite for campers and this time I wanted to take them deeper… of both the outer and inner landscapes. 

I invited them to spread out and sit and listen to what creation might be speaking in those moments. (Now I must preface this scenario with the fact that we’d been talking earlier in the day about fears and the black bear that had been seen on camp property.) 

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, their fears were heightened. There was a disturbance coming from something up in the trees. Not only that but with each passing moment, it appeared to be getting closer. So, I asked them what they were feeling in those moments. Responses ranged from anxious, cautious, fearful, and even an adrenaline rush about what was out there. They kept asking me, “What is that?” And honestly at first, I wasn’t entirely sure. Something nocturnal was interested in why we were out there so late in their space. 

I encouraged the youth to shift their awareness and attention away from those feelings of fear and anxiety towards gratitude and joy. What were they most thankful for? What gives them the most joy? And within moments of the youth doing that, those unsettling noises around us ceased.

I then read from the forty-second Psalm. I encouraged them to “sing into the dark”. To let the “deep” of their soul call to the “deep” of the wildness around them. And a few of them did. Some sang quietly, others hummed. There was a clear shift in the mood of the forest that night. What had been a brooding and unsettling atmosphere was transfigured into a peaceful sense of connection with the Spirit, and God’s creation. 

One of my lifelong deep nature connection mentors has taught that we must learn to be quiet enough to distinguish disturbances in the surrounding landscape from those within the soul; to distinguish between exterior and interior wild-ness. The Psalms call to “sing into the dark” is the invitation to recognize the interior landscape of our souls. And when the darkness hems us in, we sing. And creation, acting as a mirror for our inner landscape, will reverberate with God’s lovingkindness. 


[Published in Skyridge Church of the Brethren (Kalamazoo, MI) 2023 Lenten Devotional]


February 28, 2023

A Liminal Blueprint

 Early the next morning, before the sunrise, he (Jesus) left and found a quiet, out-of-the-way place to be alone and to pray. (Mark 1:35, First Nations Version)

If you were to traverse into the woods a few minutes from our house you’d come to a hand carved sign that reads Solas Uaine (sul-uss oo-in-ya). It’s Gaelic for place of green light. Once you pass though the natural tree arch where that sign is located, you’d see a simple bench and eight stones laid out to delineate the cardinal and intercardinal directions. There’s a center stone that acts as the hub of the eco-wheel. An aspen and birch forest surrounds this space except for a small clearing to the north that overlooks a large pond about a hundred yards away. 

I have lovingly tended this space. I have prayerfully encircled those stones more times than I can count. It is a place where some of my deepest prayers and contemplations have occurred. It’s where some of my heaviest tears have watered the earth. It’s a place where my feet have been stirred to dance with profound joy. It is a space where I don’t have to speak, but merely listen. This wild threshold of God has been a container space for my soul’s metamorphosis. Simply put, this is my “thin space,” my place apart where I have had numinous encounters with God’s Spirit, embedded in the womb of God’s creation. 

No more was that evident than when we made the decision to suspend our camp programs the summer of 2020. I knew that the pandemic was forcing us into a liminal space so I realized that I should make the most of it while I had the time. Drawing on the inspiration of Jesus, Moses, and Elijah; I set out to be at Solas Uaine for at least four hours a day, for forty days. All that I permitted myself to have during that time were my prayer beads, journal, and Bible. This intentional act of cultural deprivation gave me some of the most visceral encounters and journal entries with the Spirit that has ever been known to me. It has helped to reframe certain aspects of my life and ministry. It renewed and strengthened me in ways that I could not have imagined. 

The Gospels don’t use words like liminality or thin space. Yet I have come to believe that is precisely what was happening in those very brief narrative passages where Jesus goes off by himself to a place apart to pray or to get away from the crowds. It’s clear that Jesus is intentionally creating some form of a liminal (or thin) space where he can refresh and reinvigorate his ministry and mission. Jesus had his own version of Solas Uaine. He sought the solace of the wilderness, the sea, the mountain, and the garden. He knew God’s wisdom came in these encounters and sought them out intentionally. He was drawing on an eco-blueprint as old as creation itself.


(Written for Skyridge Church of the Brethren (Kalamazoo, MI) 2023 Lenten Devotional Series)

February 20, 2023

Fierce Landscapes

 The Spirit immediately drove him (Jesus) into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness forty days… (vs. Mark 1:12-13a)

Following his baptism by John in the Jordan River, Jesus is driven by the Spirit to this arid bioregion known as the Judean Wilderness. The word driven in Greek is the same word used when Jesus drove demons out of people. He’s being forcefully compelled, and he doesn’t have a say in the matter. This wilderness sojourn will be a forty-day quarantine from both the political oppression of Rome and the religious oppression of the Pharisees.  It will be a season of preparation for his mission and ministry. 

The Judean Wilderness extends from the mountainous region of western Judea to the Dead Sea in the east. Its mountains, cliffs, hills, and plateaus are interrupted by riverbeds and canyons, which have drop offs as much as 1500 feet. This land is both inviting and unhospitable; breathtaking and unforgiving. 

The Greek word used for wilderness in this passage describes not a desolate place lacking in vegetation, rather a place of solitude that lacks population. This landscape will serve as a threshold space for Jesus to endure physical, emotional, and spiritual tests. We might be tempted to not see the Judean Wilderness as an additional character in this passage. Make no mistake. It is. There’s a spiritual corollary in that the fiercer the landscape or situation, then greater is the need to navigate the inner terrain of the soul as well. If allowed, the terrain will act as a mirror. 

We witness this time and time again at camp as campers encounter camp’s landscape. And it has equally as much to do with the aspects of camp that enable one to have solitude and feel connected with God’s creation. For many campers, the inner terrain of their psyches and souls can be as unforgiving as the Judean Wilderness. Yet as we read of Jesus’ wilderness rite, we see how he leaves the wilderness with a razor focus about his ministry and mission. He needed to be tested. We need to be tested. He leaned in on his reliance on God. We too must learn to lean into our reliance on God in all things. Especially in seasons where trials, pain, grief, and loss are weighing on our hearts. 

May we remember that the mountain, the desert, the wilderness all has something to mirror to us about our own faith formation and growth as disciples. Are we aware enough to see it? 

- Published in Skyridge Church of the Brethren (Kalamazoo, MI) 2021 Lenten Devotional


February 16, 2023

Edge Encounters: Is the church missing the power of wild spaces

By day four the hunger pangs subsided. 

And in their place another kind of hunger emerged. 

I’d been in this secluded Pacific northwest wilderness for half a week with nothing but the clothes on my back and the knowledge and skillset that was now being put to the test. It was called Survival Week, the culminative rite of my nine-month deep nature connection training. I arrived at this juncture of my journey because I had experienced a spiritual dryness. The contemporary form of the church was no longer keeping my spirit green. I sought solace in an ancient rite hoping for what Thoreau called “the tonic of wildness” to water my dry roots. 

And that night while tending my small fire, I experienced what I can only describe as a numinous warming in my heart. And I remembered. My biblical ancestors experienced this same ancient rite. They too had known the feeling of hunger and loneliness in wild spaces. The fire of God’s presence was now made manifest in my own isolation from the world. I spent the rest of that night doing something I had not yet done since arriving days earlier. I prayed. Apart from foraging on a few wild edibles, I was already fasting, so prayer only made sense. I must have prayed the TaizĂ© song Veni, Sancte Spiritus a thousand times that night. And as I awoke the next morning, the weariness had dissipated. My hunger, gone. No longer was this to be a test of my physical ability to survive, rather my ability to thrive in the Spirit. In this threshold space of testing myself and intentional cultural deprivation, my life’s vocation was given new meaning. My body had absorbed the wild tonic and my spiritual roots replenished by the Spirit of God. And I will testify that the man that emerged from the forest a week later, was not the same one that went in.

Wilderness Immersion in Scripture

Throughout scripture, we observe the role that wilderness and desert settings play in the formation of God’s people and leadership. In the Hebrew scriptures, we have examples of Moses, and Elijah, who embark on forty-day wilderness journeys where they encounter the sheer intensity and the sheer silence of the living God. And in the New Testament, wild spaces provide the kindling that is needed to sustain the fires of ministry and mission. Nowhere is that more evident than in the lives of Jesus and his cousin John. In their ministries, they model three types of wilderness immersion experiences:

An extended length of time for preparation

A shorter length of time for rejuvenation

An ascetic life of subsistence and cultural deprivation

When Jesus is driven into the Judean wilderness east of the Jordan River, he models for us the first example of wilderness immersion. For 40 days and nights he undergoes both a physical and spiritual initiation which the sole purpose is to prepare him for his mission and ministry. In addition to the spiritual temptations documented in the synoptic gospels; I imagine him constructing a simple lean-to or finding sanctuary in an outcropping of the rocky hills. I see him using a dry reed and spinning it between his hands to get a fire by friction. And perhaps just as his hunger pangs would have kicked in, he is tempted by the Adversary to turn stones into bread. Not entirely unlike my own survival experience, it starts out as a time for testing one’s skills of self-reliance by enduring the elements of creation. Yet the further along one goes, it gives way to the reliance upon the Spirit amid isolation. As I tell my wilderness survival campers, it’s about proving yourself and losing yourself. It is during this kind of primal encounter that one’s awareness is heightened. With nothing to distract the mind, one is forced to pay attention to the spiritual undertones that they might have missed otherwise.

The second type of wild immersion experience takes place during Jesus’ ministry. These ventures into the wild are short retreats that likely were only for a few days. In doing this, he shows us that wild spaces are not only for testing, but now also has a contemplative dimension to them as a place of solace for prayer, fasting and renewal. Other than for prayer, the text does not say what other sabbath practices he might have engaged, yet it was important enough for the Gospel writers to include it. And it is the form and methods found within this type of encounter that we have included in our spiritual practices. A contemplative retreat is the most familiar form of immersion experience that we engage in today. And like Christ, its purpose is to renew and affirm the vocational call of ministry.

Then there’s Jesus’ cousin, John ben Zechariah (aka the Baptizer). His wilderness experience is neither an extended foray for preparation, nor is it a retreat for renewal. For John, it was for the duration of his ministry (somewhere between 3-6 years, if not longer). The context is solely in the wilderness areas around the Jordan River valley. The landscape was the prophet to the prophet and where the word of God came to him. His diet and attire would be considered minimalist by today’s terms. His was a lifestyle of ascetic subsistence and a more direct link with Israel’s desert prophets. Outside of the desert monastic tradition, this type of immersion experience is rare in the history of the church, yet is it possible that it is being reimagined in the 21st century?

On the Edge

What the wilderness immersion experience draws to the surface of the soul are our edges. Edges are transition spaces, sometimes literal and other times metaphorical, where we face a crisis of limitation that breaks us from the normal pace of our lives. These are not comfortable places, they are spaces where we encounter trials, loss, and grief. 

On Jesus’ edge lived the Adversary, from which he was tempted. John’s entire ministry was on the edge of Judaism. And yet these types of longer ‘edge’ experiences are not intentionally part of our own faith formation or even leadership development. We flirt with edge encounters when we go on a short retreat but for a truly transformative experience, we need to look at the longer immersion experience. How long?

Eco-psychologist, Robert Greenway observes that during wilderness trips, “it takes people four days to start dreaming nature dreams rather than ‘busy’ or ‘urban’ dreams.” And to him that “recurring pattern suggests that our culture is only four days deep.” I’ve known this to be true because I’ve experienced it in my own life. Longer immersion experiences reboot our biological and spiritual programming to our original Edenic setting. 

I wonder if there isn’t a space for the more of the ‘preparation form’ that Jesus models for us in his forty-day experience or even a longer ascetic model of John? What if it were an integral part of the training of pastors and ministers? I could see the Messenger headline: First-year Bethany Seminary student undergoes 40-day wilderness encounter to test their calling from God. It’d make for good entertainment by today’s wilderness survival show standard. I’d subscribe for sure.

And what about John’s desert ministry of cultural deprivation? In her book Christianity, Wilderness and Wildlife, Susan P. Bratton asks the question, “Does some portion of the church need to voluntarily undergo cultural deprivation to provide clear vision for the remainder of the body?” 

Cultural deprivation is just one type of edge experience. Is It safe to say that the church has not been good at cultural deprivation in and of itself? Bratton says that we need them now more than ever to “safeguard against cult personalities, national superiority, middle-class values and various forms of systemic oppression.” 

For John, the symbolic sense of his being the one who announces the coming of the Messiah, meant that the Jordan River would be an edge space for people to repent, just as the Jordan represented the threshold space into the Promised Land from the Exile.

Our Edges are the new Wilderness

     For many of us, 2020 was extraordinary to say the least. I’m wondering if it isn’t another kind of wilderness (edge) sojourn for many. Except that now the edges are not created so much by external landscapes rather as we navigate our internal terrains. Isolation shifts our focus and awareness from ‘out there’ to ‘in here’. 

What are we finding in here? Our hearts. Our souls. What happens when we experience the production deprivation? We find other distractions. As we cringe at the words quarantine or isolation, we must remember that their etymological roots are tied to “forty days.” Extreme isolation in our edge spaces are supposed to make us more ascetic, not more self-indulgent. Yet as we are forced to our edges, we experience discomfort with the disruptions of our life’s need for control.

I see people emerging from edge experiences too, such as racial justice, who have something to say to the rest of the church. We need people who are dealing with their edges to speak to us. And we need to listen to their stories on the edge. The whole point of an edge experience is that what emerges afterwards looks nothing like what went in. 

(Written for Church of the Brethren Messenger Magazine Jan/Feb. 2021)


A New Season. New Inspiration.

 A new season is upon us. I am living into an intentional transition (and liminal) time for the next six months and I want to begin sharing some of the things that are happening as well as some of the many writings that I have written over the past few years. Stay tuned...