I have been so busy lately, and you could say laden with many burdens. It’s not that it’s been terrible, just a lot of things, on several fronts at the same time. And it’s not that I mind the work, or figuring out the answers to the challenges life has sent my way. That’s what…
I have come back to read The Pilgrim’s Regress again, and my sense of wonder is refreshed once more at CS Lewis’s depth of insight in this book. There are so many important and beautiful pieces – that is, pieces that are good, and true; and so, at the crest, crowned for me with the…
5 Now this is the gospel message we have heard from him and announce to you: God is light, and in him there is no darkness at all. 6 If we say we have fellowship with him and yet keep on walking in the darkness, we are lying and not practicing the truth. 7…
Over the last couple of years, as I transition from “winter” to a Valentine’s Day theme, I have been impressed with the idea of Valentine’s Day, and how a day for celebrating love comes to us after Christmas, and during the cold of winter. Before anything looks beautiful, or has blossomed...
Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, Shaken of the joy of giants, The joy without a cause. In the slopes away to the western bays, Where blows not ever a tree, He washed his soul in the west wind And his body in the sea. And he set to rhyme…
I was praying and asking for wisdom recently, seeking guidance on what to do in a rather frustrating situation. As I walked and prayed, out of the blue came this line from my favorite poem, The joy of the giants, The joy without a cause.1 A smile came to my lips, and even…
Father, this heart is hurting so, It throbs in pain, it writhes, it bleeds I cannot find the way to go, Groping through these misty reeds Father – thou art my shining key And with thy name, the clue unfolds If thou gavest my life to me Then thy heart, my future holds…
It’s an interesting thing to notice, that the sun shines on the whole earth, and yet only some things come to life by the sun’s rays. Only some things actually “react” to the light, and let the light bring new life to them. For all the sun may shine on a rock, the sun’s rays…
We are of the fall, my love, Born beneath a waning moon A fateful star o’er hung, my love, And song soon lost its tune Darkness fell o’er all, my love, A gloom o’er me and you Blindly go we all, my love, In search of sweet perfume Sadly go we all, my love, Through…
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