Have you ever lived a Holy Moment, a moment when unexpected and unannounced—but suddenly, undeniably, a weight of moment and presence? I lived one in an AutoZone today. I had made a mess of a motor-service and needed oil-dry to clean our farm shop floor. Maybe it’s funny, or fitting, how God appears […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
DIVERGENCES
“There are more I want to write,” he told. “Then write,” she answered. Sensing hesitation, unwanted silence after but unreadiness to say, she continued in erasure of the pause. “Don’t ask, and don’t explain. Just write. It’s your art, your adventure, your own experience in creation—make it. Don’t conform and hide to fit […]
MYSTERIES
He tried to write but nothing came, and in early morning of day, he walked outside, into world. The rising sun covered fast and low behind moving sheet of clouds. Above and to west, sky was layered in gray and lavender wash as if broad-waved brushstrokes from south and into north. Within the tapestry […]
TRANSFIGURATION
“Jesus’ transfiguration was an experience of his divinity shining through his humanity. In that brilliance, Peter, James, and John, saw more clearly the fullness of who Jesus was. It was beyond anything they had seen or experienced before. This transfiguration took their breath away. Though they might not have been ready to receive this […]
UNDIMINISHED
In amber of evening light, James witnessed Annie in creation. Silent in chair, he observed as Annie composed that which appeared to her in silence and thought-openness to inspirations. Her hand moved intermittent, and he watched through thought-pauses and after-bursts of pen over open page; observing details and the way she looked and […]
LESSER STORY
There were days when the greater stories would not write, and when such was, he wrote the ones that would. So it happened—at libraries and bookstores, coffee shops and street sides—as Annie read or rested near to him when she would feel an energy shift: energy of eyes and attention in sudden fix […]
BLOSSOM-HEART
“There is only so long that a person can keep her enthusiasm locked away within her heart before she longs to share it with a fellow soul, and Alma had many decades of thoughts much overdue for sharing.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things He had a quietness that listened, and eyes that […]