In wanderlust of eternity,I travel streets of grace I know the power of illusion. But I find truth upon Your Face (illusions crumble) the b/ro/ke/nness have weakened bones and feeble flesh. I trust in the Musician’s strings,The One who makes the nation’s sing. You are good it’s understood as days lead on……………. to Day. So more »
A New Day’s Resolution
You must wait.
You’re in a pit and wondering if this is the place you’ll die. You must wait. They accuse and convict you. The slam the door. Nothing seems to be happening. You lost your last appeal and the lawyer wants his money. You must wait. You are scrubbing the floors in a corrupt palace where money more »
Wait, Did He Leave?
Jonah and the Worm
We remember “Jonah and the Whale,” but I’m intrigued by another much lesser character- An itty-bitty worm. “So Jonah was very grateful for the plant. But as morning dawned the next day God prepared a worm, and it so damaged the plant that it withered.” Jonah 4:7 Notice that it’s not 1000 worms. That would seem to be what more »
Is Revenge Really Sweet?
There is a pernicious seed that is programed into the heart of almost every man. We see it in movies, books and even short 30 second commercial storylines. It’s revenge. There’s no telling how much money we’ve all shelled out at the box office to see the hero stick it to the man. We all more »
I love you. I must be going.
You can measure one’s faith by their ability to move on. Jesus encountered many people who fawned and queried Him, looking to work out some kind of bargain, complete with caveats and clauses. He presents each follower with a moment. These moments connect us to a point of decision. When that moment comes, you’d better more »
Who am I?
I’ve asked myself this question for years now and I still see through a glass darkly. I am guided and shaped in the midst of my own perplexities. One fact counters the next, but this list is true. Everything else is still on the table. I am loved by Christ . . .often wrongrarely strongseduced more »
I’ll Eat the Red Stuff
“Give that uh…. RED STUFF!” And on top of that, he got a nickname: Edom, meaning “red.”
60 Years
60 years most of them (I would claim) lagniappe something extra, but never promised. I could have found my resting place in 1983 as a log truck (sans lights), barreled down Hwy 165 in North Louisiana. I pulled onto the road, and for some odd reason on a moonless night, I hit the brakes as more »