Leaning Back into Grace
Resurrection is a gift. Pure gift. God kneading Kingdom and spreading into us Life. “If the Spirit of Him who rose Christ from the dead is living in you, then the Spirit of Him who rose Christ from the dead…
Thanksgiving in the Midst of Pain
I missed Holy Week. I missed the whole darn thing. Except the part where my feet are washed clean. I missed clinging to the cross and the Resurrection glory. Pink dogwood dancing in the breeze against a deep blue sky: my…
Good, Good Friday
Today, God hung slack on a tree, Bleeding red love Hungry Shamed Alone. Today, Compassion cried bloody tears On the mob that killed it And asked forgiveness For the hand and the hammer And cried, “Father!” to stopped-up ears.…
4 Minute Art Video: Passion of Mark
It is Holy Week and Christ holds out His hand drawing us close to walk with Him. Debby Topliff, an artist along the Western Michigan coast, delves into Scripture holding a paintbrush and invites us to see this Story fresh. This is a…
The Practical Art of Being Renewed
Every Weekend at a Thirst for God we will be encouraging you, our fellow pilgrims, to develop a practice of intentional Sabbath. Both of us have learned rest and renewal doesn’t just happen, it is prayed for, invited, and planned for. …
Fierce for our Freedom
An Eastern Starling flew down our chimney sometime in the night and started fluttering around our firebox, enclosed by the brick in the back and a glass front . She kept fluttering around, getting herself stuck around bricks and trying to…
Morning Prayer
You’ve decided to greet the dawn. It’s very early, and no one is around. Just you and God. And He is such very good company… You rose early on purpose, knowing that by starting slowly and quietly you could move…
Learning to Abide
John 1:29-42 Confession time: I have built a habit over many years of learning about God so as to have tastes and appetizers instead of going straight to God and waiting with Him for His Presence, gathering a whole meal…
Stephanie and Matt’s Engagement Story
Squeals burst in the front door: my sister, golden hair bouncing, her left hand held out for all to admire the sparkle. She was wearing love. Matt, her new fiancé, tumbled in just behind, radiant. The family had gathered to…