Faith is the rudder. Truth is the way. Hope is the fuel. You do not have to see the whole course, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Your purpose might seem like foolishness to the world; There would be brighter and fairer paths that call out to you with grandiose allurement; But you … Read more Navigating in fog
What about me? It was the only thing I wanted to know; What about me?— Do all these years of faithful service count for nothing? Do they mean nothing? Had my brother been wise to take off, squander father’s living, and then return to grandiose reception (all without the slightest hint of reprimand)? What about … Read more Older brother’s song
She stands at a precipice, Looking into a vast, dark stretch of nothingness, Searching for something…. Anything…. A sign…. ***** Every step that brought her to this place blurred the myriad choices that fed her confusion and numbed her senses. Her scars grew thicker until they became a barrier to common sense. Now, only two … Read more No one heard?
And on the morrow, when they were come from Bethany, He was hungry: And seeing a fig tree afar off having leaves, He came, if haply He might find any thing thereon: and when He came to it, He found nothing but leaves; for the time of figs was not yet. And Jesus answered and … Read more Are you like this fig tree?
She doesn’t dance in the rain; But she likes the scent of rain— That derilously delicious blend of wet grass, ground, and sky. See the problem here?— When she prays, how does she ask for that cocktail without the rain? Also, it’s generally accepted counsel to dance in the rain. But she sinks deeper into … Read more To pray for rain or not?
These are strange times indeed. Strange and trying times — who knows what we’d wake up to, tomorrow? For some, the challenge is the uncertainty that pervades, and permeates almost all strata of society. For some, it’s fear. Some just wonder…. And some have refused to give up hope. I wonder though, what the place … Read more Is the Church awake now?
(Based on a true story) ******** She could hear singing in the distance— It was a sound she wasn’t very familiar with. A sound of… joy, maybe? Who would tell her? There was a time, many years ago, when she might have been in that number— Singing praises to God on a Sunday morning. Today, … Read more For daughters of the night