“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.
Feb 13
A poem…
Bravado
A poetic reflection on the pandemic.
The Man
My father died February 13, 2012. To remember is to heal. To celebrate. To anticipate.
Sweet Mary
In the dark of my desk drawer is a birthday card…
The 40's Fork
Sparse and random were the small, black plastic discs. Stationed at ground level, most lay out of sight. Quiet. Dormant. Lifeless. They kindled little hope.
Best Seat in the House
My hand glides lightly over its velvety fabric. Many hands – sticky and rough and small and greasy and snotty and delicate and yes, even some clean ones – have traveled a similar path. It beckons for touching. Few can resist the temptation to caress its surface as they round the corner into the open room.
The Crying Man
Graveside.
He’s standing there now. A woman sits crouched at his feet, shaking with sobs. The grave has engulfed her brother, who was precious to her.
Mining Fields of Grief
Despite being an introvert, my fondness for conversation is growing. With the recent passing of my father, these past two weeks have been filled with conversations.
A Eulogy
Monday, my father died.