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Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 19: Bread & Wine

Read John 6:53–58

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“Some of you hurry to eat your own meal without sharing with others. As a result, some go hungry while others get drunk…For if you eat the bread or drink the cup without honoring the body of Christ, you are eating and drinking God’s judgment upon yourself.” (1 Corinthians 11:21, 29 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A cinematic 16:9 scene showing a rustic loaf of torn bread beside a dark metal chalice filled with wine. Warm, low lighting creates deep shadows and a contemplative atmosphere. The elements rest on a worn wooden table, evoking the simplicity and intimacy of the Communion meal.
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Part 19: Bread & Wine. The symbols of Bread and Wine pull us into one of the earliest and most persistent scandals of the Christian faith. Outsiders heard whispers of a strange meal shared behind closed doors: “They eat flesh and drink blood.” This rumor—part fear, part fascination—was enough to brand Christians as cannibals, atheists, and subversive threats to the empire. What those rumors missed, however, is what they accidentally revealed: this meal was never meant to be respectable. It was meant to unsettle a world built on hierarchy, purity, and the consumption of the vulnerable.

Jesus does not soften His language in John 6. He intensifies it. “Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood…” It is an intentionally shocking metaphor. Because the Kingdom of God—unlike Caesar’s world—does not devour the poor to feed the powerful. Christ offers His own life so that no one else must be consumed. The Bread & Wine are divine care, not divine demand. They feed rather than exploit. They restore rather than extract. They reveal a God who sustains humanity rather than draining it for power.

In this way, the Table becomes the great reversal. Empire feeds on the weak; Christ feeds the weak. Empire uses bodies; Christ gives His own. Empire organizes itself around dominance; Christ organizes community around nourishment, memory, and love. When Jesus breaks bread, He is not founding a new ritual. He is founding a new kind of world.

But to understand how radical this sign truly is, we must return to the first Table. It was not set in a sanctuary. It was not overseen by a priest. It was not fenced off from the wrong sort of people. It was prepared in a borrowed room. The participants were not clergy—they were ordinary friends, one of whom was preparing to betray Him, another ready to deny Him, and all of whom would scatter before sunrise. Yet Jesus fed them anyway. He washed their feet. He entrusted the remembrance of His life, death, and resurrection to those who had no credentials, no rank, and no halo of holiness around them.

This leads to one of the most quietly subversive truths in the Christian story: Jesus never created sacramental authority. He never restricted this meal to a particular class of leaders. He never attached it to a hierarchy. The early Church broke bread in homes, around kitchen tables, with no formal structures and no official gatekeepers. Sacramental authority developed later—created by a Church anxious about order, purity, consistency, and control. That authority has done much good… and much harm. But it is a human invention, not a divine requirement. Ordination is a tool for service—not a fence around grace.

As an ordained elder in the United Methodist Church, I carry the privilege and responsibility of presiding at Christ’s Table with the deepest reverence. I take that calling seriously. It is one of the greatest honors of my ministry to place the Bread and Cup into open hands and say, “This is the grace of God for you.” I cherish the sacramental trust the Church has placed in me. Yet it is precisely because I value that sacred trust that I must also tell the truth: authority exists to serve grace, not to restrict it. The Eucharist was never meant to elevate the presider over the people. It was meant to reveal Christ who gives Godself to all.

This matters, because Paul’s harshest rebuke to the Corinthians was not about ritual precision. It was about inequality. The wealthy feasted while the poor went hungry. The privileged ate early; the laborers arrived to crumbs. Paul’s outrage is simple: You cannot celebrate Christ’s feast while embodying Caesar’s hierarchy. A Table rooted in self-giving love cannot become a stage for self-preserving power.

Yet in many places, the Church has done exactly that—protecting the Table from the very people Jesus fed. Fencing it. Managing it. Measuring worthiness. Policing access. Deciding who is welcome to receive God’s gift and who must wait for institutional approval. When the Table becomes a throne, it stops being Christ’s Table. Bread and Wine become reminders not of grace, but of gatekeeping.

But the Spirit still whispers the truth: this meal was never meant to be guarded. It was meant to be given. Bread & Wine expose every system—religious, political, or cultural—that survives on consuming others. They invite us into a different way of living: a world where no one is devoured, no one goes hungry, and no one is turned away.

Bread & Wine are not symbols of consumption. They are symbols of communion. They teach us how to feed and be fed. They train us to become people of care in a devouring world.

Because the Table was never about power. It was always about the unconditional grace and love of God through Jesus Christ.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
God’s Table is not a place of consumption—it is a place of care.

PRAYER
God of the Table, teach us to receive Your grace with humility and to share it with courage. Shape our hunger into compassion, our rituals into hospitality, and our lives into places where others find nourishment rather than judgment. Feed us with the Bread that gives life, that we may become people who feed others in Your name. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

SACRED SIGNS OF SUBVERSION, Part 18: Keys

By Rev. Todd R. Lattig

Read Revelation 1:12–18

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“Jesus replied, ‘You are blessed, Simon son of John, because my Father in heaven has revealed this to you. You did not learn this from any human being. Now I say to you that you are Peter (which means ‘rock’), and upon this rock I will build my church, and all the powers of hell will not conquer it. And I will give you the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven. Whatever you forbid on earth will be forbidden in heaven, and whatever you permit on earth will be permitted in heaven.’” (Matthew 16:17–19 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

Two antique brass keys rest on weathered wooden planks at sunset. The warm golden sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long shadows and illuminating the keys with a soft glow. The blurred background of sky and water creates a contemplative, cinematic atmosphere, emphasizing themes of unlocking, opening, and release.
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Part 18: Keys. Symbols do more than speak — they open doors. They hold memory, meaning, authority, and access. Few symbols in Scripture carry as much weight as keys. Keys determine who enters and who stays outside, what is revealed and what is concealed. The Church has long treated “keys” as symbols of control, but Jesus used them as tools of liberation.

When John turned and saw the Risen Christ blazing like the sun, one declaration shattered Rome’s illusion of power: “I hold the keys of death and the grave.” In a world where empire claimed authority over life and death, Jesus announces that the locks Rome depends on are already broken. Death itself can no longer keep anyone in—or out.

Keys were symbols of authority in the ancient world—held by those who controlled access, privilege, belonging. But keys also hide things: vaults, prisons, secret rooms, places sealed away. Keys are used to lock down what people want contained. And just as often, keys signal who is allowed close and who must remain outside.

But when Jesus speaks of keys, the metaphor turns inside out. He isn’t using keys to protect a throne. He’s using them to undo the locks that fear, shame, religion, and empire have placed on human lives.

In Revelation, Christ holds the keys of death—not to guard the realm of the dead, but to break it open. In Matthew, when he gives Peter “the keys of the Kingdom,” he is not delegating gatekeeping. He is delegating liberation. And notice the scandal in that scripture moment: Jesus does not hand those keys to a ruler, a priest, or a man with status. He places them in the hands of a fisherman—an ordinary, inconsistent, deeply flawed human being.

That very act unlocks the door of privilege itself. It reveals that the kingdom is not a palace for insiders, but a home thrown open for those shut out by religion or empire.

And here is the subversive twist: keys reveal us. We lock away what we fear.We seal off what we don’t want exposed.

And the Church has often treated the gospel the same way. We’ve used “keys” to control who belongs. We’ve locked people out to protect our comfort, our respectability, our preferences. We’ve acted as if grace required our permission to move.

But the Christ who holds the keys of death is the same Christ who opens doors no one can close—including the doors the Church deadbolts out of fear.

Where does this press in today? It looks like unlocking forgiveness where resentment has taken root. It looks like opening space at the table for someone whose presence unsettles our comfort. It looks like refusing to lock people into their past. It looks like letting the Spirit open what fear has sealed.

In the end, the only keys Christ trusts us with are the ones that open what fear has closed, unlock what hatred has chained, and free those empire calls unworthy.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The keys of Christ never lock people out—they always set people free.

PRAYER
Christ who holds the keys, unlock the places we have sealed with fear. Break open every door we keep shut in the name of comfort or control. Teach us to use our keys the way you do—to open, reveal, and release. Make us stewards of liberation, not gatekeepers of grace. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 17: Crown of Thorns

Read John 19:1–5

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief…” (Isaiah 53:3 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A photorealistic crown of thorns held in silhouette against a vivid orange sunset. Sharp thorns jut outward while the sun glows directly through the center of the crown, casting long shadows and highlighting the raw, jagged texture. The scene feels both stark and sacred, evoking sacrifice and the reversal of earthly power.
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Part 17: Crown of Thorns. Few symbols cut as deep as this one. A ring of thorns twisted into mockery, pressed into flesh, drawing blood. To Rome, it was a joke—a parody of kingship, meant to humiliate a would-be Messiah. Yet what the empire meant as ridicule, God transformed into revelation.

In Rome’s world, crowns were signs of victory and divinity. Laurel wreaths crowned emperors, athletes, and generals—the reward for strength and triumph. But Jesus’ crown inverted the script: thorns instead of laurels, pain instead of prestige. The so-called “King of the Jews” wore the empire’s cruelty on his brow. The instrument of mockery became the measure of mercy.

There is an older echo here. After Eden, the ground bears “thorns and thistles” (the sign of curse and sweat). On Good Friday, those thorns move from soil to skin. The curse is taken up into Christ’s own body so that, by resurrection, the ground of our lives might be healed. The crown is not an accessory to the Passion; it is theology in miniature—sin’s lacerations gathered into God’s redeeming love.

The Crown of Thorns turns triumphalism inside out—it’s the empire’s joke that God refused to erase. We see it easily when it wears uniforms and medals: Rome parading prisoners, dictators saluting from balconies, crowds chanting for Caesar or party or nation. We see the violence of empire in their crowns of conquest.

But Revelation refuses to leave it there. In Revelation 19:12, Christ is described as wearing many crowns—a reclamation of every false claim to power. Yet God’s reign still bears the mark of suffering love. The thorns that pierced Christ’s brow unmask the violence hidden behind every earthly throne.

And here’s the twist: that throne is not only out there. The Church, too, has learned to love its crowns. We’ve adorned altars with gold while ignoring the hungry at the door. We’ve preached resurrection while wielding respectability. We’ve mistaken influence for faithfulness, and applause for anointing. And when prophets rise to remind us who we follow, we silence them to keep the morally bankrupt content—protecting the institution while crucifying the conviction.

The Crown of Thorns exposes us all. It declares that love endures pain rather than inflicts it—and that true authority bleeds for others instead of demanding their blood. It wraps itself around the head of every believer until we remember: what was meant for mockery became the coronation of compassion—and it still pierces any gospel grown too comfortable with power.

Where does this land this week? It looks like telling the truth when a polite lie would be safer. It looks like slowing down to listen to the person everyone steps around. It looks like choosing a costly mercy over a clever clap-back. It looks like a church budget that prioritizes neighbors over nostalgia, mission over mirrors. It looks like leaders who would rather lose status than lose their souls. The crown that drew blood from Christ now draws us away from the seductions of platform, partisanship, and performative piety.

Today, we still chase crowns—titles, influence, prestige—often forgetting that Christ wore his in pain, not pride. Our culture crowns success and polish; Jesus crowns humility and presence. Even in ministry, the temptation to be admired or right can overshadow the call to simply love. The “Crown of Thorns” still asks whether we are building kingdoms of comfort or bearing witness to the kingdom of God.

The crown meant to humiliate became the symbol of divine courage. The glory of God shines not from gold but from grace. The King of Love reigns not by escaping pain, but by transforming it. And when we wear that way of the cross—quietly, steadily, without theatrics—the world encounters a different kind of power: a sovereignty that serves.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The only crown that endures is love—and love still wears thorns.

PRAYER
Christ of the Thorns, strip from us the crowns we make for ourselves—titles, comforts, and the applause we mistake for faith. Take the thorns of our world into your mercy and teach us the courage to love when it costs something real. Let compassion be our coronation, humility our glory, and service our song. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 16: Chi-Rho(☧)

Read Philippians 2:9–11; Colossians 1:15–17

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“There is salvation in no one else! God has given no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A photorealistic close-up of an ancient Chi-Rho (☧) symbol carved into weathered stone, illuminated by warm golden light streaming across its surface. The texture and shadows evoke sacred history, endurance, and early Christian resilience.
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Part 16: Chi-Rho (☧). Before the cross became the global emblem of Christianity, the early Church marked its allegiance with two Greek letters—Chi (Χ) and Rho (Ρ)—the first two of Christos. It was a quiet confession in a dangerous world, simple yet profound: Christ is Lord.

Then came Constantine. On the eve of battle, he claimed to see a vision of the Chi-Rho in the sky, accompanied by the words, “In this sign, you will conquer.” The next day, his soldiers marched beneath the symbol—and Rome’s empire was never the same. The Chi-Rho that once whispered resistance was soon stamped on shields, coins, and crowns. The sign of surrender became the seal of state power.

What began as a declaration of divine humility was twisted into divine endorsement. The confession “Christ is Lord” was repurposed to mean “Christ backs me.”

But Revelation unmasks the lie: every empire that borrows Christ’s name to bless its violence becomes the beast it claims to slay. In John’s vision, the Lamb conquers not by killing but by being slain—power turned inside out. The Chi-Rho once carried that same defiance long before Constantine ever marched beneath it: Christ conquers not by the sword, but by surrender.

The mark of the true Christ can never adorn the weapons of empire. The Chi-Rho reminds us that faith is not endorsement of empire; it is its undoing—a sign of the Lamb who reigns by losing, and wins by love.

Today, symbols of faith are still co-opted. Crosses fly on political flags. Fish become bumper stickers. Scripture verses are printed on ads to sanctify the sale. The same empire impulse lingers—to use the sacred as a stamp of legitimacy.

After all, is not “In God We Trust” stamped on our currency? The empire still prints piety onto its power, mistaking divine allegiance for divine approval.

Yet for me, the Chi-Rho still carries sacred weight. I wear it tattooed around the symbols of Holy Communion—a frame around the cup and the bread. It reminds me what the emblem truly means: not victory over others, but union with Christ’s self-giving love.

The Chi-Rho was never meant to crown conquerors. It was meant to cradle the cup and the bread—the sign of surrender that saves. The real victory is still love lived out despite the fact it costs something real.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The sign of Christ isn’t meant to mark our victories, but to unmask our idols.

PRAYER
Christ of the Cross and Cup, strip our symbols of pride and power until only love remains. When the world wields your name for its gain, let your Spirit reclaim it through our surrender. Write your sign not on our flags, but on our hearts, that we may conquer only by compassion. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 15: Alpha & Omega (ΑΩ)

Read Revelation 1:8–11

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“I am the first and the last; apart from me there is no God.” (Isaiah 44:6 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A cinematic sunset scene with deep orange and gold tones spreading across the sky. Large translucent Alpha (Α) and Omega (Ω) symbols dominate the center, silhouetted against the glowing sun near the horizon, suggesting Christ as the beginning and the end.
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Part 13: Alpha & Omega (ΑΩ). The phrase Alpha and Omega has been embroidered onto church banners and stitched into altar cloths for centuries. But when John’s community first heard those words, they didn’t sound decorative—they sounded defiant. John wrote in rough Greek, not to flatter the empire’s tongue, but to commandeer it. His audience were diaspora Jews and Jewish-Christians scattered through Asia Minor—not exiles like John on Patmos, but people living under Roman rule, constantly watched, never quite trusted.

To Rome, they seemed unpatriotic. They refused to burn incense to Caesar or join festivals that honored the emperor as divine. To them, it was faithfulness; to Rome, it looked like rebellion.

It’s not unlike what happened when Colin Kaepernick first sat during the national anthem in quiet protest against racial injustice. A fellow player and veteran approached him, suggesting that kneeling would be more respectful—the way soldiers kneel when a comrade falls. Kaepernick listened, adjusted, and took a knee out of reverence and grief. Yet politicians and fans twisted that gesture into a sign of hatred for the nation. What began as lament was painted as treason. And it wasn’t without cost. Kaepernick lost his job.

That’s the kind of pressure early Christians lived under. A quiet act of conscience—refusing emperor worship—could be recast as rebellion. A choice of faith could cost livelihood, community, and belonging.

To the synagogue communities, they were heretics whose loyalty to Jesus jeopardized the fragile peace with Rome. They lived “in place but not at home,” faithful to a kingdom no one could see.

Into that tension John heard Christ’s voice:

“I am the Alpha and the Omega.”

Rome boasted of being the beginning and end of civilization; Christ stole the slogan and crowned it with a cross. It was not cultural borrowing—it was defiant translation. The language of empire was turned against itself. The Word that spoke creation now rewrote the alphabet of power.

Every time empire said, “This is the end,” God began another sentence. The persecuted became the punctuation marks of God’s story—the commas, pauses, and ellipses where new life breaks in.

And still, the same dynamic plays out. When conscience collides with comfort, society calls dissent dangerous. Yet Christ, the true Alpha and Omega, invites us to speak hope against the empire’s tongue—to reclaim the words and symbols others have weaponized.

So when a believer stands for justice, when a worker refuses to bow to exploitation, when a community insists on love over fear, they echo John’s act of resistance. They take the alphabet back from Empire.

And like Colin Kaepernick, they may pay a price. But faith’s grammar remains: the first and the last belong to God. No power—political, religious, or cultural—gets the final word.

After all, is it not so that every Advent, we remember: the Word became flesh, entering human language to subvert human power. The alphabet of empire will always be rewritten in love’s script.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Christ is the first and the last—not as owner of time, but as author of new beginnings. Every ending empire writes, God edits into resurrection.

PRAYER
Eternal Word, you speak through every language and every silence. When conscience costs us comfort, keep us steadfast. Teach us to reclaim the words and symbols the world misuses, and to write your mercy into the margins. Amen.

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 14: Anchor

Read Hebrews 6:13–20

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“Then they cut loose the anchors and left them in the sea.” (Acts 27:40 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A photorealistic 16:9 image of an ancient anchor symbol carved deep into a weathered stone wall inside a dimly lit catacomb. Warm golden light grazes the textured surface, revealing cracks, dust, and shadowy corridors fading into the background, creating a sacred and contemplative atmosphere.
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “Anchor” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

Part 14: Anchor. Among the earliest followers of Jesus, the anchor was a secret cross—etched into tombs and catacombs to mark hope when hope was dangerous. To believers hunted by empire, it meant endurance. It meant, Hold fast. Christ has you. The symbol was born of storms and shipwrecks, of faith that refused to drift.

But over the centuries, that holy weight became decoration. The anchor moved from the catacombs to jewelry, from graves to church logos. It became a brand for stability and success—a symbol of safety rather than surrender. Somewhere along the way, we stopped asking what we’re anchored to.

The truth is, not every anchor holds holy ground. Some keep us safe; others keep us stuck. Faith calls us to discern where we’ve dropped anchor—in Christ or in comfort. Many believers cling to the harbor, mistaking calm waters for faithfulness. But safety and stagnation are not the same thing. Hope isn’t about hiding from the waves; it’s about trusting God when they rise.

The same can be said of churches. Congregations often pride themselves on being “rooted,” when in reality, they’re anchored to nostalgia. They drop anchor in the wrong waters—refusing to drift with the Spirit, to change course when God calls. Some cling to the past as if Christ can only be found there. But an anchor set in the silt of yesterday will corrode the hull. God’s mission is steady, but God’s movement is constant.

Even anchors have more than one use. A sailor knows that how you anchor determines whether you survive the storm.

  • A full drop holds the ship still. Sometimes that’s necessary—when chaos swirls, when faith must simply endure.
  • A partial drop, or drag anchor, slows the drift without stopping it—allowing guidance and motion at once. Some seasons of faith require just that balance: grounded yet open to God’s next wind.
  • A sea anchor doesn’t touch the bottom at all; it steadies the ship’s direction in the middle of raging waves. That’s the anchor of trust—it doesn’t stop movement but keeps us facing Christ.
  • And sometimes, as in Acts 27, the only faithful act is to cut loose the anchors entirely. When the Spirit says move, the ropes that once held us safe must be left behind.

We anchor our souls to many things—success, certainty, ideology, even religion itself—and call it faith. But the anchor of Christ is different. It steadies us without trapping us. It roots us in hope, not fear. It keeps us facing God, not chained to the shore.

The anchor is a paradox. It holds us fast, but it can also hold us back. The question isn’t whether we’re anchored—it’s where.

Hope that clings to control is not hope at all. True hope lets go when God calls. The same Jesus who calmed the sea also walked on it, showing us that faith isn’t about finding still water—it’s about trusting who stands above it.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Hope isn’t found in what keeps us still, but in the One who holds us fast when we move.

PRAYER
Steadfast God, anchor us in your love, not in our fear. Teach us when to hold and when to release. Keep us facing you in every storm and free us from the false anchors that weigh us down. May our faith steady the world not through control, but through trust. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 13: Black/Darkness

Read Genesis 1:1-5

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“Moses approached the thick darkness where God was.” (Exodus 20:21 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A hooded figure stands in deep darkness, holding a small lantern that casts warm light over their face and hands. The rest of the scene fades into black with faint hints of distant stars, evoking a sacred, contemplative mood of hope within shadow.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “Black / Darkness” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

Part 13: Black / Darkness. From the first page of Scripture, darkness gets a bad reputation. We read that God speaks light into being—and assume darkness was evil. But Genesis doesn’t say that. It says darkness covered the deep, and God called light into existence. Darkness came first, not as sin or failure, but as the fertile soil of creation. The cosmos was conceived in shadow. Before there was form or breath or blessing, there was black. The light was not God’s escape from the dark—it was God’s revelation through it.

Still, we’ve long feared what we can’t see. We’ve turned darkness into a synonym for sin, ignorance, and danger. “Light equals good,” we were told; “dark equals bad.” That language shaped centuries of theology—and violence. Women were accused of signing Satan’s “Black Book,” while the Bible condemning them was bound in black leather.

Colonizers called Africa the “Dark Continent,” as if God had never walked its soil. Even our stories and art absorbed the bias: bad guys in black hats, good guys in white hats; villains cloaked in shadow, heroes clothed in radiance. In Renaissance paintings, Jews were rendered in dusky tones, caricatured with shadowed faces and exaggerated noses/features and shadowed, while Christians were depicted as fair, radiant, and pure. Skin, soil, and soul alike were graded on a false scale of brightness. Racism, misogyny, and empire baptized metaphor as truth—and the Body of Christ learned to fear its own shadow.

Our suspicion of darkness didn’t stop at color. It crept into the mind. We label people with depression or anxiety as “in the dark,” as though despair is a sin instead of a symptom. We tell them to “look on the bright side,” when Scripture tells us even the darkness is light to God. We shame those whose minds move through midnight, when in truth, many prophets did too. Elijah begged to die beneath a broom tree; Jeremiah cursed the day of his birth; Jesus sweated blood under a moonless sky. To call these experiences “unholy” is to forget how holy shadows can be.

We’ve also turned on artists who dwell in shadow—the ones who name what others hide. Goth culture, heavy music, black clothing, and the haunting beauty of lament get written off as “darkness” and, consquently evil, as if Christ doesn’t speak fluent minor key. Yet those who linger there often see what polite piety refuses: the ache beneath our veneers, the longing in our loss. When the Church fears them, it only betrays its fear of truth. The Gospel was never meant to be sanitized—it was meant to shine in the dark.

Science and Scripture tell the same story: apart from God, all is night. The cosmos is mostly black—endless silence between small burning stars. Light is the rare thing; darkness is the default. Earth itself drifts through that night eternal, kept alive only because one star still burns. So it is with us. Without the Son, our souls freeze in their own shadow. But when Christ enters the darkness, we see what light really is.

Darkness, then, is both tomb and womb. It buries, but it also births. The tomb of Jesus was no less dark than the womb of Mary—yet both held the miracle of life. Faith does not demand we flee the dark; it invites us to trust God there. “Children of light” are not people who refuse to touch the night—they are those who enter it carrying flame. We are called into the world’s pain, prejudice, and mystery, to bear witness that God is not absent in the shadowed places. God is already there, waiting to be seen.

We are not meant to fear or curse the dark, but to step into it—bringing warmth, justice, compassion, and truth. The task is not to make the world brighter by our own brilliance, but to reflect the One whose light no darkness can overcome.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The dark mind, the dark room, the dark season—these are not proofs of God’s absence but invitations to find God’s hidden fire there.

PRAYER
Light of the world, enter our darkness. Teach us not to fear what we do not understand. Expose the lies that have shamed your shadowed children. Kindle mercy where fear once burned, and help us carry your light with humility into every night we meet. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 12: Fire

Read Exodus 3:1-6

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“For our God is a devouring fire.” (Hebrews 12:29 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A solitary flame burns in a cracked desert at dusk, glowing gold against deep shadows, symbolizing God’s purifying fire that refines without consuming.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “Fire” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

Part 12: Fire. Fire has always drawn us close and frightened us away. It gives warmth and light but devours whatever it touches. From the beginning, fire meant awe. It danced through the wilderness as a pillar of flame. It blazed in the bush that burned but was not consumed. It fell from heaven at Elijah’s prayer and flared again at Pentecost in tongues of light. When Scripture speaks of fire, it’s not talking about destruction—it’s talking about presence. God’s fire refines. It burns away falsehood but never life.

But humanity has always been quick to claim the flames for itself. If God’s fire reveals truth, ours often hides cruelty. The same Church that sang “Come, Holy Spirit” once lit pyres in God’s name. Crusaders burned villages, inquisitors burned heretics, colonizers burned cultures. Even now, Christians still burn bridges and books, ideas and identities. We’ve mistaken zeal for love, wrath for holiness, and torches for testimony. The world smells the smoke and wonders why we call it worship.

We have baptized arson. We’ve turned the language of fire into slogans for vengeance and purity, using the flames of judgment to scorch those who think, love, or live differently. When we use “holy fire” to destroy, we mirror Cain, not Christ. We forget that the fire of God’s presence is the same fire that stood between enslaved Israelites and their pursuers, the same light that filled a frightened upper room with courage. Divine fire liberates—it doesn’t lynch.

Scripture’s fire is not that kind of fire. When Moses met God in the desert, the flames blazed yet left the bush whole. When the Spirit came at Pentecost, the disciples were set alight but not destroyed. That’s the pattern of divine fire: it consumes what poisons but preserves what’s pure. It doesn’t burn to punish; it burns to reveal. It’s the fire of covenant, of purification, of presence.

Human flames are never so merciful. Nebuchadnezzar built a furnace to destroy faith, but the fire bowed before the fourth figure who walked among the exiles untouched. Elijah mocked Baal’s prophets as they begged for their god to answer with fire, but only the Lord’s flame fell—and it didn’t just consume the offering, it consumed the stones, the water, and the pride of the people who’d forgotten who they were. Again and again, the fires we build to destroy are conquered by the fire that saves.

“Our God is a devouring fire,” the writer of Hebrews says—but devouring only what does not belong to love.

There is also the fire we fear to face—the one that burns within. The anger, grief, and longing that threaten to undo us are not always enemies. Sometimes they are the sparks of transformation, begging to be tended. God’s refining flame is not distant; it works in the marrow of our being. It burns away self-deception and pride, purges our need to control, and leaves behind only what can survive in love’s heat. The saints called it purgation; we might just call it growing up. Either way, it’s holy fire.

We’ve all felt both sides of the flame. There’s the heat that sanctifies, and the heat that scorches. The Church must ask which one it carries. Do our words kindle life or ash? Do our hearts burn with compassion or contempt? Because every time we ignite hatred and call it holy, we commit arson against grace.

The subversive truth is that God’s fire cannot be managed or weaponized. It isn’t ours to control. It is the fire of the bush that refuses to go out, the fire that melts our golden calves, the fire that burns in the eyes of prophets and poets who refuse to let the world grow cold. To stand near that flame is dangerous—but not because it destroys. It’s dangerous because it changes us. It burns away the false self until only love remains.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
The only fire God blesses is the kind that burns without destroying.

PRAYER
Consuming Fire, burn within us, not against us. Kindle what is holy and burn away what is cruel. Melt our hardness into compassion, our fear into courage, our pride into light. Make us flames that warm rather than wound and let your holy fire be known again in love. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 11: The Serpent

Read Genesis 3:1–7

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“And as Moses lifted up the bronze snake on a pole in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up.” (John 3:14 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A bronze serpent coiled around a wooden pole under a storm-lit desert sky, glowing in golden light that evokes both danger and divine healing.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “The Serpent” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

Part 11: The Serpent. The serpent has always slithered uneasily through our faith. For most Christians, it’s the villain of Eden—the voice of deception, the cause of the fall, the hiss of sin itself. But in the story of Genesis, the serpent is never called Satan, never named the devil, never cast out of heaven. The text simply says, “Now the serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal the Lord God had made.” Crafty, not cursed. Created, not fallen. It’s one of the creatures of the field—clever, observant, and alive. Whatever power it has comes not from rebellion against God, but from within the goodness of creation itself.

Centuries later, when Jewish and Christian writers began wrestling with evil and injustice, they started to read the serpent through apocalyptic eyes. Books like 1 Enoch and Wisdom of Solomon introduced fallen angels and cosmic adversaries. By the time Revelation was written, the serpent had been recast as “that ancient dragon…the devil, or Satan, who deceives the whole world.” The serpent of the garden became the scapegoat for everything broken. It made emotional sense—a tidy way to personify evil—but it flattened a complex story into a single villain.

Because in the beginning, the serpent wasn’t promising hellfire. It was offering knowledge. “Your eyes will be opened,” it said. Wisdom, not worship. That’s what frightened us most. The Church inherited that fear and learned to demonize the serpent, the body, the woman, and wisdom itself. Eve became the scapegoat for curiosity, and curiosity became suspect. When faith fears questions, it loses its soul.

And yet, in one of Scripture’s strangest reversals, God later commands Moses to make a serpent—out of bronze, no less—and lift it high on a pole. Those bitten by venom look up and live. The image of death becomes the sign of healing. Centuries after that, Jesus will recall the moment and say, “As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up.” What once represented sin and curse becomes the emblem of salvation. The serpent turns out to be a Christ-shaped symbol all along.

Somewhere along the way, empire took that power and warped it again. Medieval art cast serpents as devils and dragons, symbols of paganism, women, and Indigenous wisdom—all things empire wanted to conquer. But Scripture never said the serpent was evil; it said we were sinful. We listened to a serpent instead of God. We sought after knowledge and then feared what we learned. We sought knowledge to control and lost control to knowledge.

Today, the serpent still makes us uneasy. It winds through medicine’s symbol of healing, through myths of rebirth, through stories of knowledge and temptation. It lives in the tension between danger and discovery, fear and faith. Maybe that’s why we need it. Because real transformation always feels a little dangerous.

In the wilderness, God didn’t remove the serpents. God redeemed the symbol. The cross, like the serpent, became the means of our healing. And maybe that’s the Gospel’s subversive heart: we don’t conquer evil by destroying what frightens us; we find redemption by facing it. The serpent still whispers—not deceit, but discernment. Can we listen this time?

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Faith doesn’t fear what slithers in the garden. It learns what God might still redeem there.

PRAYER
Holy One, you made every creature that creeps and crawls. Teach us to see wisdom where we once saw threat, and healing where we once saw harm. Help us face the serpents within and around us, trusting you to turn what wounds into what saves. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).

Sacred Signs of Subversion, Part 10: The Skull

Read Mark 15:22–39

ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“Better to spend your time at funerals than at parties. After all, everyone dies—so the living should take this to heart.” (Ecclesiastes 7:2 NLT)

Symbols carry memory and meaning far beyond words. The Church has always leaned on them—sometimes hidden in plain sight, sometimes dismissed or distorted. Yet the most powerful symbols are those that subvert the world’s expectations and draw us back to the radical heart of the Gospel. In this series, we’ll look closer at the sacred signs that shock, unsettle, and ultimately call us deeper into Christ.

A photorealistic image of a large skull pierced through by a wooden cross, surrounded by other skulls in a dimly lit stone catacomb. A single candle burns nearby, casting warm golden light that contrasts the darkness, symbolizing death overcome by resurrection.
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and customized by the author. Used with the devotional “The Skull” at Life-Giving Water Devotions.

Part 10: The Skull. October is full of skulls—on shelves, shirts, and front lawns. Some wear them as rebellion; others treat them as decoration. But long before they became Halloween props, the Church used the skull as a reminder: memento mori—“remember you will die.” For centuries, believers looked at the skull not to glorify death but to confront denial. Yet there’s another truth here. Death may be the great leveller, but it’s also the great thief—robbing the world of breath, joy, and love. And yet, in Christ, even that thief meets its match.

I write poetry, and much of it is dark—haunted by death, decay, and the ache of being human. Some have judged that darkness as morbid, even un-Christian. But I’ve always believed art should speak the truth we’re taught to avoid. We treat death like a taboo, pretending it’s impolite to mention or too heavy to hold—as if silence could protect us from it. But denying death doesn’t sanctify life; it cheapens it. Faith, like poetry, must face what’s real if it’s to mean anything at all.

Golgotha—“the place of the skull”—stood just outside Jerusalem’s walls, a place of spectacle and shame. Rome staged executions there to remind everyone who ruled life and death. The hill itself became a billboard for fear. But in God’s strange reversal, that place of horror became the stage of salvation. The skull, symbol of mortality and defeat, became the site where Death itself was unmasked. What empire used for terror, God turned into triumph.

Early Christians didn’t shy away from this imagery. In the catacombs, they carved skulls and bones beneath the sign of the cross—art that confessed resurrection in the midst of decay. The skull became both confession and comfort: we die, yes, but Christ has been here first.

Memento mori was never meant to breed despair but to strip illusion. Power, wealth, fame—all return to dust. To remember death is to remember our limits, to live humbly before the God who alone gives breath. But Christ goes further: He doesn’t just remind us of death; He redeems it. The cross planted on the skull of Golgotha declares that the grave has lost its grip.

Death once ruled as thief and tyrant—robbing equally, yes, but still robbing. Jesus entered its house, broke its locks, and walked out carrying life itself. Death is no longer the end. It’s the beginning of something eternally beautiful.

We live in a culture that denies death. We hide it in hospitals, numb it with distraction, and disguise it with filters and slogans of “forever young.” But memento mori still whispers truth: you will die—and because of Christ, you will live again.

To remember death is not to surrender to fear but to wake up to grace. Every breath is borrowed; every heartbeat is holy. The skull that once marked loss now preaches resurrection: the grave has been plundered, and love has the last word.

THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Death may be the great thief, but Christ has broken its hold and turned the tomb into a doorway of glory.

PRAYER
God of life and victory, remind me that death does not define me—you do. Teach me to live awake to every sacred breath, unafraid of the shadows, certain of the dawn. Through Christ who conquered the grave, I give you thanks. Amen.


Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).