Cheryl Velk

In solitude and togetherness, living the poetry and trying to put it into words.

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cherylvelk

Author of the book Garden Songs: A Spiritual Formation Field Journal.

Turn These Stones into Bread

“Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, ‘If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.’ Jesus answered, ‘It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew […]

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Faith and Art: Winter Work

“It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.” Proverbs 25:2 Last night, I wrestled for hours for words that refused to come. There were all sorts of things I could have said, including things I’ve said before. And all sorts of lines I could have quoted. But not a single one crystallized what I’d been trying to pull out […]

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Offline October: An Inconvenient Fast

Inspired by students in Littleton, Colorado, who came up with Offline October a few years ago to promote mental health and real face-to-face connection in the wake of suicides in their community, I decided to extend my late-September social media break to include all of October. It was a modified break, though, with a few exceptions, because it quickly became a deeper fast from things much more specific and personal. […]

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9/11, 3:03 a.m. Island Time

It was 3:03 a.m. island time when I woke up out of a sound sleep, gasping in horror, my arms pushing my upper body a foot and a half straight up off of the bed. That had never happened before. Disoriented and not understanding what woke me up, I looked at the clock. Times with repeating numbers always catch my attention, so the time stuck with me – 3:03 a.m […]

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Faith and Art: Why Do We Write?

Why we write is a fair question, especially when we put the word “Christian” in front of the word “writer.” I wrote this piece last summer (July 2019). So close now to releasing the book I allude to in it, here I am stepping out into clearer view. May this first post be a reminder to never forget my first love. Why do we write? There are so many perfectly […]

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