writings_&_

• Bold Love, by Dan Allender
• Linked, by Albert-Laszlo Barabasi
• Holy Trinity, Perfect Community, by Leonardo Boff
• Life Together, by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
• Sanctorum Communio, by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
• Nexus, by Mark Buchanan
• I and Thou, by Martin Buber
• The Love of God, by Bernard of Clairvaux
• The One, the Three and the Many, by Colin Gunton
• The Social God and the Relational Self, by Stanley Grenz
• Reworking Authority, Larry Hirschhorn
• God’s Being is in Becoming, by Eberhard Jungel
• The Great Dance, by Baxter Kruger
• Knight’s Move, by James Loder
• Biography as Theology, by James William McClendon, Jr.
• The Trinity and the Kingdom, by Jurgen Moltmann
• The Search to Belong, by Joe Myers
• Flame of Love, by Clark Pinnock
• Love Is the Killer App, by Tim Sanders
• Salons: The Joy of Conversation, by Jaida N’ha Sandra
• The Mark of a Christian, by Francis Schaeffer
• Out of the Question…Into the Mystery, Leonard I. Sweet
• The Christian Doctrine of God: One Being Three Persons, by Thomas Torrance
• A Severe Mercy, by Sheldon Vanauken
• Love’s Endeavour, Love’s Expense, by W. H. Vanstone
• Exclusion and Embrace: A Theological Exploration of Identity, Otherness, and Reconciliation, by Miroslav Volf

peace, dwight

“Park”
by dwight friesen

“Tension”

by dwight friesen

part of the Will Mapel collection.

“Broken”

by dwight friesen

“Solitude”

by dwight friesen

The text reads:

“For the secret of a man’s being is not only to live . . .

but to live for something definite.”

–Fyodor Dostoevsky

Quantum Spirituality by Len Sweet, a free online book.

“hands that make us”

by dwight & lynette friesen & our siblings/nieces/nephews

a PDF of “Where is the Emerging Church Heading?“ by Teresa Acheson.

but God

by Dwight Friesen

I walked
I ran
I put my headphones on
I turned up the noise
I flipped the channels
I changed lanes
I turned the page
I sampled a taste
I couldn’t sit still
I didn’t want to do anything
I can’t think straight
I shake and tremble
I regret
I fear
I worry
I cant’ sleep
I ….

But God!

The poetry I write usually flows from journaling or from times of SoulRest. I have no grandiose illusions about the quality of my poetry, yet it is mine.  And though at times it is idiosyncratic and amateurish it gives voice the state of my heart, my longings, hurts and frustrations.  I invite you to listen to them as you would listen to the words of a friend: not to judge or rank but to hear and so to better understand the gift of “me” which I present to you.

Peace, dwight