“Born Blind and Deaf” by Carley Evans


(Photo credit: Javier Q.)

Imagine if you will being born blind, unable to see. You live in a world of darkness. And what if you are also born deaf, unable to hear. You move in darkness and silence, unaware of light, unaware of sound. Your world is emptiness.

Imagine a Man comes to you. He touches your eyes, then your ears. You suddenly see and hear. You see His face; you hear His voice. He is Love, and you are fully aware that your world has changed forever in a moment because He touched you.

Now what if this same Man walks by you, and leaves you in your darkened, quiet state. Suppose He has a perfect reason for doing this, one you don’t know and couldn’t understand even if you did know.

Now imagine other people try to tell you about this Man, how He has given them everything. How would they tell you? You are blind; you are deaf. Still they try because He is everything to them. But you can’t see or hear that He is Love. You are blind; you are deaf. You are lost.

Remember how He touches you? When the Man touches you, you are able to see and hear and believe. Only a fool would not believe once the Man gives sight and hearing.



They Hate ( by Carley Evans )


Anaclasis – A Haunting Gospel of Malice & Hatred

Anaclasis – A Haunting Gospel of Malice & Hatred (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


This morning I realize why I don’t like church. I don’t like church because of the sometimes invisible, sometimes highly visible people inside the building who spout evil rather than good, who obviously hate rather than love. The pain I feel inside church is unimaginable. I used to try to ignore it, deny it, justify it. No more. I fully embrace this pain, this incredible disappointment in people who claim to know who Jesus is. I pause because I know how hard it is not to hate these hypocrites –right back at ya!


But, I recall Jesus dies for them, too. His agony on the cross is proportional to the level of their hatred.


Who do they hate? So-called Christians in church hate sinners. They hate “the least of these.” And they hate socialists, communists, homosexuals, abortionists, murderers, the poor, the disenfranchised, the lonely, the mentally ill, the homeless, the lost. Oops. In short, they hate themselves.


Heroes ( by Carley Evans )

In “ESCAPE FROM L.A.” Snake Plissken says, “Nobody draws til this hits the ground.” Three armed men lower their weapons. Snake tosses a rusted tin can into the air, then shoots the three men as the can falls toward the earth. When it strikes the ground, Snake announces to the three dead men, “Draw.”

Cover of John Carpenter's Snake Plissken Chron...

Plissken is the ultimate ‘tough guy’ in a world gone berserk with corruption both on the side of ‘good’ and the side of ‘evil.’ Everyone is in it for himself; no one cares for his neighbor. In this world, Snake is the anti-hero hero.

I’m glad Jesus is not an anti-hero hero. I’m glad He doesn’t trick people into putting down their defenses. Rather, He invites people to come to Him just as they are. Hungry? Crippled? Blind? Deaf? Terrorized? For each person who comes, Jesus feeds; Jesus heals.

Jesus is my hero.

Brothers ( by Carley Evans )

Hank at 6 weeks… and Robi at 9 weeks… Big brother, little brother.


Let us love one another, and so fulfill the Law of Christ.

After two days of having both dogs in my home, I’ve already seen Hank, the big brother — Hank, who is only 13 months old himself — take an interest in his little brother, Robi in a manner I did not anticipate. After all, Hank has been a member of my family almost his whole life. Robi should be an intrusion.

Yet, I’ve witnessed Hank stand over Robi’s entire body and walk with him — of course, not all the time but here and there. He’s both protecting and educating.

My dogs don’t know — well, intellectually — anything about Christ. But we do!

Using Jesus’ Name ( by Carley Evans )

John says to Jesus, “Teacher, we saw a man driving out demons in Your Name and we told him to stop, because he was not one of us.” (Mark 9:38, NIV) Jesus tells John not to stop the man. Jesus says, “No one who does a miracle in My Name can in the next moment say anything bad about Me, for whoever is not against us is for us.” (Mark 9:39-40)

Notice the man has been driving out demons in Jesus’ Name — not one demon, but many demons. He’s performed real miracles in the Name of the Lord, not once but many times. Yet, he does not belong to Christ, at least not according to the disciple, John.

Jesus says good performance doesn’t come from a man who sets himself against Him. If he is not against us, says Jesus, then he is for us.

“Whoever welcomes Me,” says Jesus, “does not welcome Me but the One who sent Me.” (Mark 9:37)

Glory in Weakness ( by Carley Evans )

I love how Paul relies on the Lord, saying:

“The Lord rescues me from every evil attack, and brings me safely to His heavenly kingdom. To Him be the glory for ever and ever. Amen.” (2 Timothy 4:18,NIV)

When I was in high school, I used to think Paul was the most arrogant man who’d ever lived. I thought he was boasting in his letters to the churches. As a grew into my Christian faith, I came to see Paul as a man who glories in his own weakness because God’s power is shown perfect in man’s weaknesses.

John the Baptist similarly glories in his own weakness, recognizing that he is unfit to tie or untie the laces on the shoes of the Christ, who comes to him to be baptized in the Jordan. “I must decrease,” he says. “He must increase.”

The wretched sinner who does not lift his eyes when he prays glories in his own weakness for he knows he is not worthy of God’s attention, mercy, justice, love, forgiveness.

It is not the man who declares or thinks of himself as righteous who is justified; it is the man who knows he is unworthy. For everyone who exalts himself is humbled, but the humble God exalts.

“Forgive us, Lord, for thinking we can bring anything of value to You without You having given that value to us first. In Jesus’ Name, amen.”

Sticks and Stones ( by Carley Evans )

Bet you’ve heard this one — “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you.” Believe that?

I don’t. I bet you don’t either.

I am someone who loves the written word — the way it looks on the page or Kindle or iPhone or smart phone or iPad or PC or Mac. No matter its location, the written word looks great! I am someone who loves the spoken word — the way it hangs in the space between you and me.

As a weapon, none better exists than the word. As a healing tool, none better exists than the Word of God.

Sticks and stones may break my bones. And yes, words may wound my soul; but God’s Word makes me whole.