Whatever you’re longing for, suffering from, losing patience to hope for. Wherever your felt hurt lies or your helplessness lives. Whether you even know or believe of speak to God. No matter. May this be a song that blesses you today.
A Child of God in the City of Angels

Runcie Tatnall
Loaded Words
People often asked me what I was going to do with my MA in Theology. I told them I had no idea but that, at the very least, it would give me new tools to use in my writing. Has it ever. Today as I launch the first book that I’ve co-written with my icktank partner, Leann Luchinger, I’m grateful that we are able to use what we’ve learned——and the particular gifts of language and messaging each of us already had——to help remove some very significant obstacles that stand in the way of people and the Living God. Let’s face it: a lot of church language just makes you want to cringe——even if you’re a church goer. So it is also for these that we write: for the people of faith who need to go deeper and wider in their understanding so that they may help others go deeper and wider, too. And finally, we address the manifold forms of behavior and speech that have abused Jesus’s words and, in doing so, forced them to carry so much social, political and doctrinal baggage that people can hardly hear them anymore as instruments of Grace.
We hope this book helps begin any number of healthy conversations. And this is where you can help me. If anything about this subject interests you I hope you will buy a copy, read some or all of the 12 short chapters, and then let me know what you think——either here, on amazon, on Facebook, in person. If you’re part of a small group at church, consider using it for a study. If you don’t know anything about anything about Jesus and want to know more, let me know——I’ll try to connect you with some good people in your area who can come along side you as you grow. If you’ve learned anything from this book that is useful to your experience in the human condition, I hope you’ll pass it on.
If nothing else, I pray that we may all come away from this book with an awareness of how to use these words more thoughtfully, accurately, and, always, with in the Spirit of truth.

I Need Thee
This 21st-century video version of a hymn from 1872 is, for me, what all great sacred music should be: timeless. It was first sent my way by a vicar named Bart Loos, a young man who shares the love of God in remarkably winsome ways every day. It came back to me this weekend at the opening of the worship service Leann and I participated in during out Icktank Weekend in Monroe, WA. Listening to the words this morning my mind goes both forward and back: back to the days when my very formal grandmother used to say “I love thee.” And forward to the busy fall season that all the young families around me are facing with their homework and soccer and festivals and the impending end to daylight savings time. May this give them——and each one of us——some much needed comfort and peace.
The Way Home
…so my thoughts about Carl Medearis and Kate Campbell continued, evidently, through the night as I found myself waking with another song in my head. It was the first one I ever listened to on my own repeatedly that had Jesus in it. I’d never heard a song that started out “If you’re ever in the Richmond jail…” Don’t know why that spoke to me, but it did. That and the line “Jesus is the way home” which made me envision some pen in my mind making purple ink cursive letters spelling out his name like some high school girl with a moon-eyed crush——and weeping. Weird. New. That was twelve years ago. The song still speaks to me.
