“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.

4/27/16 4/27/16

Sappy and Green

I enjoy making new from old. Last summer in an unplanned flash of creativity, I crafted…

3/25/16 3/25/16

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.

2/27/16 2/27/16

Redline

I didn’t make a resolution at the new year, but my impromptu January commitment is holding strong. Sure, it’s just the end of February but isn’t life more the myriad of small wins than a few championships?

1/21/16 1/21/16

No Frosting, Please

A little can be a lot. Especially with friendships.

12/22/15 12/22/15

Christmas in Kibera

Christmas tunes monopolize my playlists. Dietary restraints have been temporarily lifted. And although behind schedule, we’re processing through our collection of holiday movies. Christmas is a wonderful season of tradition and celebration.

11/5/15 11/5/15

70

Good memories are never emptied of their treasures.

10/15/15 10/15/15

The Field

A poem…

9/29/15 9/29/15

Aha!

September has been packed with momentous happenings for my clan…

9/3/15 9/3/15

We're Old

My memory is quite faint of that 40th birthday party. It was a party for one of my parents, or maybe a friend of theirs. Doesn’t matter. What I do recall with clarity is how old my parents and their friends seemed to me then. I was disturbed by their raucous, red-faced laughter. That couldn’t be good for their hearts. At their age they should be careful. I marveled at their stamina as they partied hearty. They must have taken a nap.

7/25/15 7/25/15

My Friend Puddles

I’m not a fan of fireworks. At one time, I was quite afraid of them.

6/26/15 6/26/15

When I Couldn't Toot My Horn

She and her band of merry musicians were treated like royalty as they made their perennial trek from the hormone-ravaged halls of the junior high to the prepubescent kid-ranch called elementary school.