matt tullos: writer
It’s Monday evening. The chaos and collision of grace and law appeared in the violent light of day. Those who sought to turn worship into a business met the displeasure of the only One worthy of worship. The crash of coins and cages… Today the Son of Man personified the voice of the ancient prophetic song: more »
It’s Sunday evening. The road is scattered with green branches quickly turning brown, trampled by a festival of triumph. The darkness settles in as shadows fall on the city sky. It seems as if the shouts still echo through its gates. His feet drenched in alabaster and tears. He begins his walk toward the torment more »
Preaching at a Bougere Baptist Church this morning. Should be an adventure. Probably very small. Thankful for the opportunity to share on Palm Sunday. This will perhaps be my first Easter next week that I won’t be preaching. Darlene will return after an interview tomorrow. Caleb is drumming at Alpine today. I’m going to try more »
Listening to teaching and worship as I clean and rest. God has brought me to tears about much in my life and there is a renewed hunger for more. I have realized in so many ways that I have placed so much energy on being recognized. (wow… this is embarrassing to confess) that I have more »
Our God is a God of surprises. From big bangs to soft whispers, He is the Lord of last minute rescues and slow subtle changes. His perspective is not our perspective. He sees it all. While my vision is often narrow, He sees the big picture. While I see moments, he sees millenniums. While I more »
In the Facebook world, tags are huge. People can find you, click and tag you as being you! “Hey there’s Philip. I know him but nobody’s tagged him! Oh the dismay of a person who’s not tagged in a picture! And so we grab the mouse we click and we tag him in the photo. more »
He’s far beyond imagination the heights and depths of all creation. By His word the villains fall He’s far above creation’s all His reign is perfect His words are true. This Lord of all I’m going through The Holy keeper of the key the mystery grand: Great One in Three The plans He made will more »
And Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart– This phrase has arrested me for years, because pondering to me in a sense is a form of worship. To ponder, in a sense is to daydream about God. A time when the world stands still in quiet moments. There is very little more »
The cross is not an edict against the sinner. It is a romantic proclamation to the sinner. Why do so many in the church take up the mantle of the Pharisee and find it pleasing? How can a conflicted, angry, bitter, excluding bride honor the Groom? Somehow the church must forsake the stones of condemnation more »
Can you believe it? I’m free! After months of chains, the stench of the prison, the hopelessness of my existence—I’m free! I waited for the guards to call my name and to lead me to the Place of the Skull. They arrested me, chained me, and sentenced me to die. I heard the crowds scream more »