God invites us where we are.

Drew Jackson’s poetry keeps seeping into my morning’s sometimes even in the afternoon’s. I’ll take it anytime. Reading the poem, To Be a Realist had to be read at least three times much like a Lectio Divina rhythm. I love how each of his poems flow from a passage of Scripture. This one came out of the overflow of Jairus’ daughter's miracle. Jesus came to his house leaving the crowds to bring…