born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
Rock-cut façade of the Tomb of ‘Unayshu in Petra, Jordan, carved high into the Jabal al-Khubtha cliff above smaller cave openings along the Street of Facades, near the Nabataean theatre, photographed in 2019. Inside some of my current reading is a deceptively simple question: what can guide man? Across a handful of ancient and modern... Continue Reading →
© Verity Milligan, veritymilliganphotography.com. In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead.Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up... Continue Reading →
Yosemite’s Tunnel View, 2018. The scene reads almost like a thesis in stone: creation is not merely habitable, it is enchanting, and such enchantment moves the mind toward questions only the Creator can finally answer. The gospel is not only true. It is beautiful. John says, "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,... Continue Reading →
Most of us do not think of ourselves as the bad guys in the story. The tenants in this parable certainly did not. They ran the temple. They knew the Scriptures. They had the right credentials, the right vestments, the right seats at the right tables. When the servants showed up asking for the Owner's... Continue Reading →
Off and on I post pictures from my youth. Throwback Thursday is a gift. What surprises me is how many people want to hide the “uncool” stuff. I was not cool then. I am not cool now. I have made peace with this. I am not ashamed of the dorky, geeky parts of my past,... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 