September 7th

“Again the Jews were divided because of these words.” John 10:19

it still happens.
Jesus speaks—
and folks find themselves
standing on opposite sides
of the same words.
where one hears weakness,
another listens to mercy
where some hear threats,
others hear a warm welcome
where we might hear
the voice of the One
who gathers us like a
shepherd with wandering sheep,
there are those who build fences
to keep the scattered out
we all do it—
clutch his words like
weapons in our hands,
ignoring his longing for us
to lay down those stones
of course,
if we argue so much over
whose side Jesus is on,
we continue to forget
that he has on been on
the side where love
is trying to bridge
every divide.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 6th

“No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house.” Matthew 5:15

may
we be

the spotlight
finding the nervous student
memorizing lines
for her first play—

the flashlight
illuminating the pages
for the refugee
learning the language
of a new country,
a new beginning;

the nightlight
glowing beside
the cancer patient
through the frightening
hours of treatment—

and may we also be
the small candle
left burning
in the window
for someone
who has forgotten
the way home.

may our light
never be
for ourselves alone—
but always
more light
for someone
walking through
the shadows.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 5th

"Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his dwelling!” Job 23:3

we act as if you
play hide and seek,
in corners of places
we never think to look:
sermons
worship spaces,
answers we can hold.
when all the while
you are in the woman
helping to mop up
a flooded basement,
in the hands crafting
a playground where every
child can be welcomed,
in that man who gives up
his treasured cave
so a foster child has
their first room ever,
in that stranger becoming neighbor,
in that neighbor becoming friend,
in every small and stubborn
act of grace,
hope,
justice,
peace.
we keep looking for you
in all the wrong places,
while you wait
for us to simply
notice.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 4th

“For I know that my Redeemer lives, and that at the last he will stand upon the earth; and after my skin has been thus destroyed, then in my flesh I shall see God,” Job 19:25-26

oh, how we hope
you are right, Job.
there are days when
we whisper it to ourselves,
and middle-of-the-nights
when the words catch
in our throats like a stone.
for grief manages to empty
the rooms inside our souls—
the laughter of others
echoing in places they
no longer inhabit.
still—
we hunger for hope,
not because we accept
why they are absent,
not because death finally
manages to make sense,
but because,
hidden away under
all the heartbreak,
the memories threatening
to slip from our minds,
the questions we tire of asking
and the platitudes the world offers,
especially the soul-eating silence—
we hear a faint heartbeat
that death cannot muffle.
and so, God of every broken heart,
meet us,
not after the tears stop,
not when we find the words,
not when the pictures begin to fade,
but here—
in the breaking of all
that we thought would never end,
until, somewhere, sometime,
somehow, we see Life
standing beside us,
making us whole once again.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 3rd

"where then is my hope?
   Who will see my hope?" Job 17:15

it is there, folks.
in the classmates
who sit with the ones
everyone else mocks,
in that silly dog
who thinks every stranger
needs a sloppy kiss,
in the grandfather
explaining to the one
who will inherit his tools
how to best use them,

in every person who plants

seeds of grace, kindness,

justice, and peace in 

that garbage dump called

social media,
in the teacher who refuses
to believe that the new child
in her class deserves
the passed-on label ‘difficult’—
hope is there, folks,
every place
every day
every moment
every chance
every person

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 2nd

“my transgression would be sealed up in a bag, and you would cover over my iniquity.” Job 14:17

that person over there
looks like you would need
a bag from a vacuum
for all their foolish mistakes.
and the one next door
probably requires one of those
33-gallon heavy duty trash bags.
while ours, of course, would only
take the smallest zipper bag.
but lest we forget,
God doesn’t seem interested
in hiding our sins
where we can pretend
they never happened.
yet, the good news is that
our grudges, those words
we wish we had never said,
those small betrayals which
seemed to expand overnight
are gathered up, all of it,
all of us, gathered, held,
in God’s hands—
and, somehow,
they are not held
against us
forever.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman

September 1st

“Will you speak falsely for God, and speak deceitfully for him?” Job 13:7

where is the Job
for these times, when we
invoke God as if
hatred were holy,
cruelty were courage
fear was the new faith?
where is the voice
we need to hear
in these days,
as people try to wrap violence
in the garments of grace
and claim that our enemies
are the ones God despises as well?
perhaps faith, the faith we need
takes place when we close our mouths
long enough to let God speak
in the cry of the vulnerable,
the outsider in the community,
the frightened children—
and if we dare to listen,
we might realize that if
our faith needs hatred
to prove we are holy,
it may not be God
we keep defending.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo:@Thom-Shuman