Gospel lenses means everything is God's.

My water is God's (and He is mine), my eyes are God's (and His are mine), my life is God's (and He is mine). By his divine providence do I breathe. It also recasts the things of this world in his light. We see all by the light of His glory. We measure the worth of all things by the absence or presence of God ( Read more... )

Because you loved something, you are where you are. Because two people loved something, you exist. Because He loved us, we live in Grace forever. Our passions direct our futures. God's map lays at our feet and the stirrings inside of us move our hands to mark X on the spot. "This is what I love. This is where I want to go." Because we loved ( Read more... )

Shoe money TO-night!

These words, shouted and made television immortal by Dana Whitaker during a poker game on Sports Night, became a little more immortal when Tommy Schlamme decided to name his production company after it. They became just a little bit even more also immortal when I visited the offices of Shoe Money Productions for an interview ( Read more... )

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I'm starting a series tonight. Too often I'm breezing through life thinking about my own muffins (problems), self absorbed in a big magic muffin land of selfishness. Well the muffin stops HERE (it doesn't stop here). It never stops, sin will prevail for the rest of our days on earth, but one thing that we can be certain of is that it won't win, ( Read more... )

There's been a transition. After stepping off Ringmaster Joel's Cotton Candy Carousel of Magic & Money, I've been stumbling a bit, dizzy from irrevocable sights and sounds. The "this is my Bible" chant haunts and follows my soul to its end. God doesn't want that.

I've found that oftentimes while writing, my the direction veers back towards God and ( Read more... )

I wrote this a while back. I forget what it's about exactly:

Hypotheticals are death. It's not creativity or that dazzling little imagination at work, it's just death. The road not taken isn't viable, it isn't even a road. It's not THERE. It's a myth, there's only one path and its the one you're on.

Ever see someone so beautiful, so finely chiseled ( Read more... )

Family is forever. Day to day life pales so desperately in contrast to my feelings for all the things that happen in Oklahoma. Something in my soul snaps to sepia tone, Tulsa and Stillwater and this little family of mine are all cast in a golden sheen. Nostalgia is nothing because love lives here. I am awash in comfort and security found nowhere ( Read more... )

Beauty is evidence. Beauty itself is not great. There is no greatness inherent in the long flowing hair of a summertime love or the way the sun dances on the shoreline. Images without context are about as useful as a bag of walnuts at a plumber's convention (note: that means totally not AT ALL! Let's give it up for expressions!). No, beauty's dead ( Read more... )

"Make it your own" Imbue the thing, whatever the thing is, with a lethal of dose of YOU in all your you-ness. Write the book, and don't make it sound like anything we've heard before. Your voice has tone that's yours, pitch that's yours, timbre that's yours, only yours. To not leave a fingerprint on the work you're doing is near criminal ( Read more... )