you knew then. you know now.
the depths of my sin.
the sin before me.
“Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterspouts; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.”
but you still call us home.
open arms.
a father’s love.
the downcast.
the outcast.
the weak.
the meek.
the proud.
the loud.
your embrace is for us all.
your depths are deeper.
your heights are higher.
the muck in my life
is powerless before you.
in the fire,
in the mess,
the cross remains.
you remain.
-reflections on Good Friday