Writing Prompt 123
Prompt Station
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Today’s prompt is:
Set your timer to 5 minutes. If you feel like writing more after the 5 minutes have passed carry on.
This is a 5 minute exercise in writing in long hand and letting your pen lead your words on the page. No judging, no editing, just a stream of words coming out.
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We’re All Mad Here: A Gentle Theology of Holy Nonsense
Of course we’re mad here.
How else do you explain people who talk to invisible God
and believe He talks back — in sunsets, in soup, in strangers?
We’re the sort who
cry over cloud formations,
name our plants after prophets,
and have theological debates with our journals.
We hoard washi tape like it’s manna.
We call our tears baptism.
We see signs in the sky and metaphors in everything.
We believe laughter is a spiritual gift,
and that dancing in the kitchen counts as praise.
(Especially barefoot. Especially with a spoon microphone.)
We believe you can paint with mustard seeds,
preach with a pie,
and translate divine truth through doodles, baking, or banjo.
Yes, we are all mad here —
but not broken-mad,
not lost-mad.
We are love-mad.
Grace-mad.
Joy-mad.
Mad enough to believe that mercy is stronger than shame.
That weakness is the starting place of wonder.
That God —
yes, God! —
chose this wild world and these wild hearts
to be His dwelling.
Holy madness.
Sacred nonsense.
Divine delight.
And oh, dear one...
you belong beautifully in it.
Permission granted to laugh with your mouth full of joy,
to cry in public like a psalmist,
and to believe that maybe, just maybe,
God put the giggle in the galaxy
just so your soul would feel less alone.
Of course the words draw me in
"We are all mad here"
An urban environment sins
With no trees or shrubs sheared
Man needs nature to stay sane
Needing the Garden a basic pain
Maybe we are all mad at core
Til the Gardener comes to score
The meek and mild
God's chosen child
Love will rule soon
The end of being loon
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