matt tullos: writer
This is the first episode of seven on “A Scattered Feast” Season three. ____ I fell headlong into the chasm of my willful atrocities.Some subtle and slight. Under the surface. Others are so visible I must tremble. The level of my careless rebellion is undeniable.Without a word of recompence I have stood, not knowing the grief more »
He leads me each day,
(Provider God)
He created me needy,
and messy.
i see
beauty and brokenness,
abandonment and acceptance,
hope and dread,
mourning and dancing,
weeping and laughter,
death and resurrection,
blooming and wilting,
wonder and monotony,
smiling and wincing,
emptiness and abundance,
darkness and illumination,
saying and silence,
complexity and simplicity,
embracing and boxing,
torment and ecstasy,
wandering and epiphany,
sudden moment and long advent,
and everything in between—
day by day.
This is the table He prepares before me, temporary, ephemeral, and moveable
though it may be. The meal is sure. The menu is unknown.
i am a dependent of God.
and life is a scattered feast.
It’s Friday and He’s there… Suffering unimaginable traumas. He is deserted by fearful disciples, surrounded by tormentors, thieves, murderers, and religious provocateurs. Soldiers gaming over the final scant possessions of the Master of creation, ignore the darkening sky. Jesus cries out: “My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?” On this holy day, God’s more »
We often categorize our churches with fancy titles: Relevant, emergent, classic, reformed, fundamentalist, traditional, contemporary, liturgical, purpose-driven etc… The list is really endless and the subtleties of each model vary. But what kind of church are we? Really… Some churches are more like a country club, complete with secret handshakes, special membership privileges, and perks for more »
There are many universal sayings that all mothers end up reciting at least once if not a thousand times. Wash your hands before eating. Play fair. Don’t follow the crowd. Be yourself. Trust me. Get some rest. Pull those weeds in the back or they’ll kill the tulips! Listen to your father. Don’t go out more »
Jesus remains on the cross, suffering unimaginable traumas. He is deserted by fearful disciples, surrounded by tormentors, thieves, murderers, and religious provocateurs. Soldiers gaming over the final scant possessions of the Master of creation, ignore the darkening sky. Jesus cries out: “My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?” On this holy day, God’s more »
The tone of religion, more often than not, rings as a dirge of condemnation. We see the old crooked finger of legalism and malicious apologetics steadily pointing into the mass of stumbling sinners, almost relishing the chance to find a scapegoat for the brokenness of the world. But as we look at the cross and more »
This Fire of Love unquenched by Eden’s wreck and flowing seemingly in perpetuity toward all that soon will be in all its violent beauty He shall hold all hell’s poison and heaven’s glory. Small beginning, love’s grandest story from the heartbeat in a virgin’s womb til one Sunday rising from the tomb One for all… more »
There is a comfort of grace, in discovering that He knows it all and remains. He sees through our well-scripted liturgies, our intricate facades and discovers the child hiding inside us. When we realize that He sees all the details– the real us and loves us still, life, perhaps for the first time, becomes real. more »