“The whole outlook of mankind might be changed if we could all believe that we dwell under a friendly sky and that the God of heaven, though exalted in power and majesty, is eager to be friends with us.”
— A.W. Tozer
Welcome to our blog page. The content here, up through the year 2022, was originally posted on my personal blog/website (chrisdeman.com). As God continues to lead us into different ways of being spiritually formed, our creative outlets have also transitioned. So, we’re simplifying into one web presence. We hope that you find encouragement, challenge, a bit of humor, and honest reflection on our experience with God in the commonplace.
Just Wait a Minute
I’ve lived in Michigan my entire life. A common expression here is, “If you don’t like the weather now, just wait a minute.”
Who Else?
I’ve spent a lot of time in school. Like most people, I was required to assimilate and regurgitate information. I’ve learned arithmetic, the parts of speech, capitals, countries, continents, and species of flora. Buried in my brain is The Periodic Table, multiplication tables, and the chemical formula for table salt. I can still recite the first few lines of the prologue to The Canterbury Tales in Middle English: “Whan that aprill with his shoures soote, the droghte of march hath perced to the roote...” Oh, the trauma!
Response Required
This past summer I added a new title: Father-in-law.
Complaining at Christmas?
It’s Christmas week. The fourth week of Advent. The time when all the scurrying and baking and frenetic wrapping reach their zenith. This can also be a season ripe for complaint.
What an Entry!
When it comes to early April in Michigan, today is a perfect springtime Saturday. Sixty degrees with clear skies is a gift to be relished. Such days beckon many to scour garages and sheds seeking gloves, rakes, yard bags, and pruning shears.
Sappy and Green
I enjoy making new from old. Last summer in an unplanned flash of creativity, I crafted…
The Good of Friday
I felt trapped. Separated from home by a landmark bridge and 500 miles, my studies at college were the loneliest of my life.
New Day
A poem reflecting on the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Cock Crows
A poem of reflection on Luke 22:54-62 and the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
Colt Rider
I finally caught the fever…
Act Two
A poem…
Food Fight
I was so brave. So confident. So altruistic.
So naive.
Free to not be Free?
As a child, I thought my parents had limitless freedoms. No curfew, plenty of money (at least from my no income other than birthdays perspective) and the ability to have ice cream whenever they wanted.
Humble Earth Dweller
A poem…
We Wait
A meditative poem for Good Friday.