Jesus was driving out a demon that was mute.  When the demon left, the man who had been mute spoke . . . (Luke 11:14 NIV) I picture the formerly mute man. Totally amazed. By this tangible revelation of God’s heart for him. Pointed and personal. His own sign that Jesus sees him.  And cares….

My fourth grade teacher pulls a plastic relief map from the classroom’s closet. We are, she announces, about to have an opportunity to touch the map. To feel the topography pictured in our social studies books.  Perhaps we’re interested in terrains and elevations. But we’re likely just excited to get out of our seats. Most…

(Luke 2:21-52) I picture God . . . Holy face etched in tenderness. Holy hand pushing a silvery feathered quill across the snow white pages of a leather-bound tome entitled, The Days of Their Lives. Fashioning the ins and outs of our days before He calls them into existence. Your eyes saw my unformed substance;…