“Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error, pining, til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.” I’ve grown weary tryingContinue reading “Weary”
Author Archives: Neil Durso
Christmas isn’t too big
Sometimes it seems like I can’t grasp God’s plan, like it’s too big, too unknowably mysterious. Then I think, this time of year, of a simple baby in swaddling clothes lying atop manger hay. I’m a dad, and still drawn to babies. That’s not too big and mysterious .
Advent Prequel to Footprints
An expression how the ways of the world yield brokenness as the cellar door to The Way
Preface to poem, “Advent Prequel To Footprints”
Let yourself be the ultimate *victim* you were created to be.
Thanksgiving in hurt
“You’re going through a hard time, but you have this and that to be thankful for.” I will probably hear that a few times today, or “feel” it being said with eyes or unspoken avoidance. Both of those things are true–the hardest time of my life, and much to be thankful for. It sounds betterContinue reading “Thanksgiving in hurt”
Doubting Worthiness
How can it be that such an enormous God seeks you and me personally, with unfathomable passion?
