Seeing God’s Goodness in the Land of the Living.

I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of God in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13 A man suffering with some kind of infirmity, probably paralyzed or lame, lay beside the pool of Bethesda. Did he echo David the Psalmist as he laid there watching the… Continue reading Seeing God’s Goodness in the Land of the Living.

Notes on a Poem

Lines Last after Chris Rice ● ● ● It was the very last lines Of “Our Best Minds” That compelled me to risk: Return prodigal pen to poetry. “Where are you now?” he wrote. You with the great art in you, where are you? “Withering unknown on your dying bed Because you were afraid to… Continue reading Notes on a Poem

The Ease Of Being Invited To Simply Pray

"It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but a doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak."… Continue reading The Ease Of Being Invited To Simply Pray

All My Fresh Springs Shall Be In Thee

It's time. Something new is coming to life slowly as the ice melts. Nothing can stay the same. Life moves. Souls move about and a chronicler writes of God's eyes roaming to and fro. Even God does not seem still. Yet, I know He is my peace when I cannot rest. He keeps me still.… Continue reading All My Fresh Springs Shall Be In Thee