acknowledgments
reflections
poetry and words
reality
even now
uncertain
my God
old ideas for a new life
the substitution story
the stairway
as the Lord promised
hidden
seeing
reconstruction
a call to prayer
the shore
confessions
slow God
who cares?
proof
where is God?
wishing
praying
unfailing love
joy in the morning
criticism
addiction
success
we are bonded
a plea; a bargain
the gate
powerless
here, but not really
joining in the struggle
remembering another life
mama’s goal
confusion of this life
conversations
now standing
luggage
magnetic resonance imaging
new glasses
precepts
the naked Truth
living and dying
real love
introduction: forty years
questions
have you talked about it?
do you see this?
why?
how?
who?
legalism
decision
wait for the Lord
observations
shaking of the head
silence
God promises a king
the Quiltmaker
the center
the lies we believe
preying in His Name
no excuse
the stars; the sand
paul’s ambition
so close to a distant world
seasons
my new year’s resolution
forgiving
the cost of purity
the night
good friday
the drama of the resurrection
the solution
national tragedies
against all hope, abraham believed
peace with God
death and life: from adam to Christ
thanksgiving then and now
christmas
inside matters
praying as years go by
dancing out of death
epilogue: forty miles
About Chris Maxwell
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Reading poetry requires levels of mental attention and heart openness that transcends the usual reading of prose. Like reading the best of Hebrew poetry in the Psalms, Chris Maxwell allows us to join him as he encounters life, love, and God. These contemporary psalms open doors to a world of questions, hopes, dreams, disappointments. They invite us to sit at table with a man moving through life at the speed of hope. Take your time as you read. Ponder. Pause. Pray. Participate.
Many people write. Not many write in living color. Thank you, Chris for leaving out no colors, for not shying away from the grays, mudded browns, and even the black tones of this life,yet somehow allowing the ink in your pen to be transformed, sometimes mid-line, into colors of hope, light and resolve because that’s what God does with our pens, if we allow Him to.