A Good Question For Holy Week

cross (4)Why do you look for the living among the dead?  That was the question that the 2 angels asked the women who came to the tomb looking for Jesus.  The angels told them that Jesus was not there, but he had risen.  The women were looking in the wrong place.  This is still a relevant question to ask ourselves 2000 years later.  Our souls search for life but we look in all the wrong and empty places.  Life cannot be found in the tombs of this world.  We find life when we find the risen Jesus. This Easter, let us end our search in the dead end places.   Let our souls rise up to meet Him and let us continue to receive the abundant life that He freely gives.

The Soul’s Solution

moon 2 (2)Only He can:                                  Find a searching soul              Anchor a drifting soul              Cleanse a darkened soul              Melt a hardened soul                    Heal a wounded soul                            Revive a thirsty soul               Rescue a dying soul                       and Save a lost soul –                           Jesus, Lover of my soul.

The Fisher of Men

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There is no random cast of the net from the Fisherman’s boat.  There is no random cast of the rod in the Fisherman’s hand.  There is a fisherman-shaped hole in every heart and His love captures the soul that searches for it.  A glorious capture from cold dark waters. Kind and loving Fisherman, hook our souls and never let us go.

The Colours of His Fingerprints

crimson dawnThe sigh of crimson waking the dawn. The chirp of brown calling the sun. The mirror of blue calming the lake. The smell of green following the rain. The taste of red picked from the field. The touch of gold brushing the trees. The swirl of orange raking the wind.   The chill of white crunching the boot. The whisper of indigo nighting the sky. Creation stewards the beauty of His hands, and these are the colours of His fingerprints.




A Higher Obedience

A lower form of obedience is to obey solely out of duty. Let us seek to live out our obedience to the Master above and beyond duty.  Let us steward our own free will with such yeildedness that our spirit bends in surrender and breaks into magnificent abandonment of self.  This is the place where obedience changes from being the goal and instead becomes the vehicle for our love and eternal devotion to humbly serve the Master.

The Great Song

I see the blue, radiant and endless.
I feel the green, vibrant and sparkling.
My spirit finds the One they celebrate with every chirp and splash and flutter. The Giver of Life stands among them. They all were nothing until He spoke. And I was dust until He breathed. And now my heart becomes a song – joining with the Great Song, joining with the blue and green – a joyous song, radiant and endless, vibrant and sparkling.

Pools of Adoration

Adoration is when the living spring within bubbles up and starts pooling in the heart,  freshly bathing us in the awareness and realization of His love, mercy and kindness.  These moments compel us to surrender our hearts and respond to Him in love and deepest devotion.

We grow in adoration as we begin to perceive these poolings in our heart when we are in areas outside of our prayer closet and outside of our regular times of devotion. We experience more moments where we recognize his love, mercy and kindness in the ordinary moments of our everyday life transforming these moments into “God moments”.  Our hearts freshly re-tune and re-align to Him in surrender, multiple times throughout the day and in our various circumstances.

Adoration becomes rich with weight and meaning when we start overflowing, pouring out, and bathing others in that same love, mercy and kindness that we ourselves receive from Him.                                                                                              T. Long

A Holy Circle


In your cross I find my life.                   In your life I find my breath.
In your breath I find my love.
In your love I find my cross.                In your cross I find my life.

                    T. Long

The Shepherd’s Passion


My soul follows in the holy shadow of lenten pilgrimage to the foot of your cross. My spirit receives the precious life that drips from your body.  Freely given. Stained with blood. Your words torch the darkness.  It is finished.  And so it begins.  My heart is fused to your love for eternity.  My merciful Shepherd.                                                   T. Long