The Healing Work of Anonymity

Find me here, in the last row of a broken circle. This new family, a worshipping community of African-Americans, has adopted me into the fire of hugs as I sway back and forth to the music. Clapping, standing, sitting, bleeding; my Hosanna was born in a furnace of doubt. My hallelujah is cold and broken. They do not know me here. Nobody knows my story. They must wonder about the white guy crying in the last row, wiping at tears with bleeding fingers from incessantly picking during sermons that make me nervous and hopeful. I run on like a sentence with a...

The Story within a Story

This afternoon, I opened up my heart to the world. After laboring for two years, my novel has finally been published. The story revolves around the central question: Is it possible to be loved, without being fully known? How many of us have intentionally kept things hidden out of fear of judgment or rejection? Have you ever had a nightmare that one of your deepest, most shameful secrets had become exposed for the whole world to see? This transcendent truth is central to the human struggle to know and be known, love and be loved. And Karis (Grace) tears down...

Genesis: An Endless Beginning

The genesis of your life is the revelation that dying to self gives birth to the soul. In the intentional destruction of your temporary satisfaction, a new Kingdom is born within. When you crash from atop the ladder of human achievement, and you set fire to the blueprints of your American Dream, a seed is planted in your heart. Once this seed takes root, the cultivation of your new life will announce the invasion of another Kingdom – Heaven on earth, from the upside down. When you choose to let go from the end of your rope, you find yourself...

Holding On and Letting Go

At the center of The Story is a paradox that cuts and heals simultaneously. It is the collision of justice and mercy, where pain meets pleasure, and shame becomes glory. Throughout the Scriptures is a tension of a called-out people of faith, who are living with doubt. And a God who is described as both the Holy Terror and the Abba Father. And a Son who is both fully God and fully human. And a Spirit who brings comfort and conviction to my heart that is both screaming and silent. This God is absent and present. He is hanging on...

a few things left unspoken

there are few things i don’t like to talk about there are few things i don’t like to talk about like the transition from being the happy child who knew no strangers to the jaded prophet who assumes the worst and the way the roads turn from north to south like a subversive smile on a familiar mouth leading me away from trees lining byron road with leaves falling from the immanent cold there are few things i don’t like to talk about like the tiny casket of my infant brother and the day the clock stopped short of another...

The Business of Hope – Jay DePoy

A few years ago I was sitting inside a coffee shop in downtown Asheville, North Carolina. It was a cold December, and the year had culminated in a series of inexplicable hardships that can only be remembered with profound sadness. The World Coffee Café was unusually crowded on this blistery morning, as the costumers lined up to receive their steaming mugs of overpriced caffeine. Two men began a conversation as the line shuffled toward the counter. The first man commented to the older gentleman behind him about a book in his hand. He began a preemptive self-endorsement about his expansive...

Grace Comes To Us (With Blistered Feet)

I once heard a story about an old missionary. He had been afflicted with such a spiritual dis-ease that keeping the Grace of Christ to himself was no longer an option. He set out on foot to reach the unreached people groups of the desolate African landscapes. But in each village, his message of grace and forgiveness fell on deaf ears and hard hearts. He met rejection and loneliness at every corner. So he would walk in a circle from village to village to village before succumbing to exhaustion. He collapsed in the desert heat and waited to die. A...

So Much Has Changed (Jay DePoy)

In the quiet, summer heat, I find myself beside the river, watching the current flow toward a destination far from here. In the reflection of the water I can see an image of tranquil chaos, and the painful peace that has left me standing on the shores of the Grand River. I’m grateful for the overcast sky, shielding me from the wrath of the sun. In contrast with Robert Frost, so much has changed from the him they knew – he’s only less sure of what he thought was true. I once heard it said that the more a man...

Now I Just Cry

A few years ago I would have posted a long (religious/political) rant about the brokenness of our humanity. There was a time when I offered unsolicited contributions to the endless conversation about justice and mercy and Kingdom economics… Now I just cry.

The Last Word (Grace)

The recapitulation of redemption begins in a garden and comes full circle, to new beginnings. From a bleeding Eden to a tearless eternity, all things will be reconciled. No more crying, no more tears. No shame, and no cancer, No more funerals. No more fractured families, or undressed wounds. Jesus came to kill death, break brokenness, and destroy destruction. And when the legalists have had their day in court… when the pharisees have been laid in a casket… when the stone-throwers have met the Rock of Ages, the last word will still be – Grace. Grace. Scandalous grace. Mysterious grace....