Weave Into Me
MannaFromHeaven-Oxford.jpg

A Prayer for Today

Lord Jesus, weave into me. Leave your trace elements like minerals feeding my soul. I ram and rake, pushing through the thistle-brush of the daily muck. Pride does not scribble. It writes through me, and on me, in the cuts of self-sufficiency.

Give me heavenly bread. I want to believe in the magic food of wilderness. For my flesh bleeds, and my body aches—such is life lived unto the self.

I eat you, my bread and portion. You trace into me and weave light-erasing-guilt. Now I can breathe. I can cling and sing to you. Amen. 

Verses for Reflection

Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. —John 6:47-50 (ESV)

Tim's authored four books, including the children's book Shine So Bright and the critically acclaimed Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society. He studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis for his PhD under Alister McGrath. When he's not scratching poetry, or chasing the scholar's craft, you can find him carving up the trails of the nearest national forest on his Salsa El Mariachi 29er.

He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with his wife and three pixie-daughters, and two acres of Great Horned Owls.