Fig Leaf

-Beth Wangler

Wrestling in the dark with unbelief,Hiding from your eyes my sins so base.I was born clutching a fig leaf,A broken image alive in disgrace. In a world of sinners I am the chief.Your halls of light I would only effaceWith my unclean presence, however brief.You call to me, and when I don’t come, chase, But …

What is Faith?

Is faith a lofty pragmatism a one-time-buy insurance policy a spoiled child an “I asked once don’t make me ask again” Or is faith an ocean tide an interminably persistent sibling a ceaseless alarm an “I know you hear and you better believe I’m not going away?”   Yesterday I spent six hours talking about prayer …

Perfect Love

Perfect Love by Beth Wangler So this is what they mean By perfect love that casts out fear: Your face I’ve never seen, But still I know that You are near. Your presence makes me bold To take the risks I’d never dare If I were young or old. Your favor frees me from all …

Give Me You

Give Me You Give me not knowledge, nor wisdom, nor cunning; Give me only knowledge of You, wisdom to seek You. Give me not riches, nor costly clothes, nor flawless features; Give me only the wealth of Your worth, clothe me in Your righteousness. Give me not a mansion of forty rooms, nor an expensive …

The Grass Withers

The Grass Withers Hey little mist, don’t you know, don’t you know you’re only here for a little today. The sun’s comin’ up and within the hour it’ll burn you all away. Hey little leaf, don’t you know, don’t you know your green won’t last too long. Autumn’s comin’ fast with its oranges and its …

Never Forsaken

Change has never been easy for me, and still isn’t.  When something big changes, I become a tumultuous emotional wreck, and react in extremes.  Recently, that means vacillating between “my life is meaningless and I’ll never do anything worthwhile” and “I’m going to drop everything and travel everywhere and move to the farthest away place I …

Servitude

Last Wednesday, in the youth group where I volunteer, we were talking about being servants.  In the midst of our discussion, one of my girls blurted out, “Can we talk about something else?  This makes me really uncomfortable.” My first instinct was to blame her response on her upbringing in our wealthy, superficial Orange County, …

Roman Triumphs and Palm Sunday

On this Palm Sunday, I wanted to share with you why this has become one of my very favorite holidays: In ancient Rome, “Triumph” was a very significant word.  It meant far more than “the act, fact, or condition of being victorious” (dictionary.com definition of “triumph”).  A Triumph was an extravagant, joyous parade through the capital city to the temple of Jupiter …