Status Updates From The Molehill - Volume 3

My affliction has provided something people rarely possess- objective data that my heart is failing. But in truth, my position is really no different from anyone else's- not when it comes to the question of our mortality. The only real difference between us is that certain pieces of information about my current position in this world are known.

The mountains are always drawing
us toward worlds unknown -
realms shrouded in mist at the peak of heaven
where God walks the stones
in a whirlwind,
and we long to behold his
face in a cloudbreak
till our souls are shaken
and stripped of all dross,
and we descend with both
a little less, and
a little more than who we were.

Chris Yokel

"I held that bread and understood that the body of Christ was the last and final broken gift, the one that in a mystery, draws every broken thing into a love so mighty that death itself is turned backward within it. God with us in the broken world, broken himself, begins the remaking of the universe."
Sarah Clarkson

"His body...broken.
Broken like the beautiful world he made, like the hearts of those made in his image. Crushed like my own hope, my own mind. Shattered like the countless thousands gripped by war. God's body-broken in and with the world that was meant to be his pure, wondrous gift. God's own body, at the cross, broken as a gift."

"Funny, isn't it, how one broken thing reveals another? As if one picked stitch in the cloth of normalcy is enough to unravel the surface of life as we are told it ought to be." Sarah Clarkson

"The long beloved refuge of solitude had become a void in which my rogue thoughts screamed all the louder." Sarah Clarkson