Recently, I have been listening to a podcast called the Bible Project. It’s actually a whole organization dedicated to showing–through amazingly creative videos, blog posts, and free classes–how the whole Bible is “a unified story that leads to Jesus.” Yesterday I was listening to the episodes that preview a class they offer on the book of Jonah. The episodes I listened to were not as much about Jonah’s story, as they were about how the Scriptures are all telling...
I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the story of Jesus raising the widow’s son from the dead in Luke 7:11-17. one large crowd going outwith weepingmeets a buoyant and curious crowdgoing in buzzing around the Teacher I stumble against the waves of shock and tearsmy only son’s bodysapped of lifea close copy of his father’son a similar bier Pain in, pain outthe expansion of my lungsa merciless...
Hello! I’m back, and I’m so glad you’re still here after my long summer break. LITTLE PROJECTS I got to focus on lots of important things this summer. Those included trips to the pool with my kids, tending the wildflower garden in the backyard, and a long list of painting jobs around the house. Here’s a before and after of our downstairs family room shelving: A BIG PROJECT I may have mentioned that I was going to work on...
Hello friends! Yesterday was the last day of school for my kids are we are . . . ahem . . . adjusting. I typically take the summer off regular blogging and creating to focus on time with the kids. Our summer plans this year include summer school, pool trips, working on a mural for the kids’ elementary school, and preparing for a September artisan festival in town hosted by another local church. The shop will remain open and...
I am the bleeding womanmy body a brittle wineskinleaking joymy purse exhaustedby the fruitless help of healers I have longed forrelease from hopeheart sick with its delayto despair fullytempts meand yet I hold twelve years has weaknessimprisoned me my boundaries drawn unpleasantlyin law and bloodshadowed and untouched an urgent crowd now rushes Jesus to a fading daughterher 12 years blooming and belovedto my 12 shrinking and stainedbut like a shockhope shoots through me with all that remains of faithlike...
Cover Image original caption reads “the power of dancing to soothe the savage breast upon the western plains.” From the New York Public Library Digital Collection. I began this series on things I never understand about anti-racism back in April 2019. In the process of beginning to see my blindspots in regards to race, I have been deeply grieved, but I have also found so much freedom, clarity and humanity. As with whatever I write here, I aim to...
I am going through a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This is based on the words Jesus spoke to his mother, Mary, at a wedding in Cana recorded in John 2:1-11. Grown now, Jesus calls me “woman”endearing me even knowing all my strugglesconstructing a family in the ruins of clashing empires at this wedding we dancerhythms of celebrationin a world of pressure and disappointmentthe wine loosens our grief until“they have no wine,” I...
I woke up this morning to a social media feed filled with lament. My Asian-American brothers and sisters in Christ are feeling the weight of a rising tide of racial hatred (with a horrific shooting this week). I have to confess that it took some time for me to slow down and really hear them. In the conversation about racism, we can easily make it an issue of black and white and forget how racism impacts Asians Americans. Raymond...
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