Prayer is a cry . ..

Prayer is a cry – a cry from the depths of our hearts (even in its cry for things – things that we hope will fill our emptiness.)  It is a cry out of the depths of our heart to fill our human emptiness. It is in crying out from this place of our true reality that man is able to transform his pain into intimacy with God.  And in this place, prayer truly becomes a conversation between friends.

Out of the depths I cry to you, LORD (Psalm 130:1)



Guilt; Conquering the Dream Killer

By: Ron Lagerquist

Pulling away and getting alone can bring us face to face with the unholy trinity, Fear, Doubt and Guilt. They crouch in wait to occupy the quiet spaces of the day. For many of us, the dirty game is to stay one step ahead, not allowing time enough to hear their oppressive voices whispering in the brain. So we keep it fast and loud. There are people who cannot even go to sleep at night without music blaring, unable to stand silence. Demons live in the silences. . .

Guilt disables spiritual growth and is a deceptive form of self-indulgence, creating an obsessive inward focus. A guilty conscience leads not to repentance but repetitive I’m sorry, not for God’s sake but our own—a desperate attempt to feel better and clear away the dark, sorrowful shroud surrounding the heart. Guilt makes us over-sensitive to others, reading accusation into every word or look, creating paranoia. . .

Greatest of all, guilt separates us from God—naked, hiding behind the bushes of shame. Big, holy God—little, sinful man. . .

They do not die quietly, tentacles reaching into the subterranean rooms of character and will, tainting every motive of the heart. When you begin to face them, there is a risk of pain, especially if you are willing to go deep. It takes courage to go down to the bottom. Who knows what you may find down there? Faces from the past. Forgotten horrors in the root cellar of your soul. When going deep, you are not alone. Jesus, the Master of Grace, is with you, carrying every key to freedom. . .

It’s time to stop running and do business with God. The Promise Land will always inhabit giants, mouthy beasts warring against faith and resolve. They are all talk; the only power their words have is your faith in them.




A Mother’s Day Poem

A Mother’s Love

There are times when only a mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.

There are times when only a mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we’ve dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.

For a mother’s heart and a mother’s faith
And a mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the angels
And sent from God above.

–Author Unknown


The Culture of The Meadow

The Meadow is a culture; a way of doing ministry.  It’s a culture that produces joy, love and peace.  It is a culture of growth and beauty.  It is a culture that brings true freedom!

This quote from Henri Nouwen gives clarity to the culture of Ministry of the Meadow…

“When you are interiorly free you call others to freedom, whether you know it or not.  Freedom attracts wherever it appears.  A free man or a free woman creates a space where others feel safe and want to dwell.  Our world is so full of conditions, demands, requirements, and obligations that we often wonder what is expected of us.  But when we meet a truly free person, there are no expectations, only an invitation to reach into ourselves and discover there our own freedom.

Where true inner freedom is, there is God.  And where God is, there we want to be.”