saints, scholars and my heart

Every few days, Ireland embeds itself deep down in my daydreams.

Every few weeks, Ireland tosses around my senses, making me outrght in Love with a land I’ve yet to set foot on.

And every few months or so, Ireland arrests me with it’s sheer sense of Hope and Lore, something God wove deep into my heart for reasons still to be seen. Whatever the case, or whatever the wave of emotion, Ireland is wonderful, closer than any of us deserve, and calling out from treasured yarns of old.

Ode to Eire 

Domestic(ated) Disturbance

I often feel spiritual heartburn. I suppose this is much like the tension that wells up inside every man that harbors the Love of the Almighty God inside of him. It’s a tension that calls out from God’s own heart, reeling at the site of gifts wasted, and destinies left dormant. It feels like a constant back and forth between celestial citizenship and straddling the fallen world we call home. It has a matter-of-fact hostility to it…one that winds these these two unlikely bed-fellows tight, instigating what feels like all the commotion needed for a Civil War. 

Such wonderful disturbance sparred within my heart again recently, and I found God’s good anger teaching me to hate that which He hates. This lesson in righteous anger however did happen to go through me…which inevitably meant not all was going to go as planned (grin). I not only enticed a situation that has thrown people in jail for far less, but my heart also received a healthy doseage of God’s uncompromising fire…and minus the handcuffs, thankfully, I learned how to burn a bit more like He does.    

It all began as I was…