Nathan R. Dooley
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I’ve sat down—hands to board, fingers to keys—only to meet silence. Not the kind that invites stillness, but the kind that resists movement. I suppose it’s obvious by now: there’s been no post. I have the framework for continuing in Acts. It’s solid. Structured. Faithful. And I still plan to use it. But right now,
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An invitation to see Jesus not as the political liberator we expected, but as the risen Lord who inaugurates His kingdom through Spirit‑empowered witness. Acts 1:6–8 So when they had come together, they were asking Him, saying, “Lord, will You at this time restore the kingdom to Israel?”And He said to them, “It is not
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As a fellow creative, the Spirit of God struck me with an idea for an adventure—like lightning—this New Year’s Day. Maybe you’re a reader, maybe you’re a writer, maybe you’re just wandering—but if you’re here… Welcome. Words As Pathways I find it incredible how we experience language in so many ways—hearing, reading, writing, feeling, discerning,
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As 2025 draws to a close, we look back not just to remember, but to reflect—and discern. This was not merely a year of news cycles and trends. It was a year marked by deep spiritual shaking, ongoing global uncertainty, and increasing moral divergence. The wheat and the tares are growing side by side—and the
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A Christmas Eve Reflection | #ADVENT2025 “Christmas isn’t safe. It’s good.”— S. D. Smith Tonight, we stand at the edge of a manger. We sing of peace on earth and silent nights, but if we’re listening carefully, we can hear another sound behind the carols: a battle cry. The cry of a newborn King, invading
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The Longing for Open Union “If only you were like a brother to meWho nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;No one would blame me either. I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother, who used to teach me;I would give you spiced wine to
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The Bridegroom’s Delight “How beautiful are your feet in sandals,You daughter of a prince!The curves of your hips are like jewels,The work of the hands of an artist. Your navel is a round gobletThat never lacks mixed wine;Your belly is like a heap of wheat,Surrounded by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns,Twins of
TIME FOR PROVIDENCE 