Author: Terry Wil Robinson

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It used to be easy. . .

. . . or at least it seems so. Identity. That is today’s writing prompt. Let me share what I think, what I know—probably it will be mostly a lot of what I think I know.

I remember when I was in college in the sixties and suppose to write a paper for a psychology class. Who am I? was the title. I got a “A” on it. I wrote about who I was physiologically, intellectually, and emotionally. Despite the grade on a great paper, I really had no clue who I was. The sixties were confusing times. For previous generations, it seemed one’s identity seemed to be set before them, like a Continue reading “It used to be easy. . .” →

Thinking that. . .

. . . by the lovingkindness of the G-D of Israel, we who trust in Y’shuaJesus, have come through crisis to deliverance, and await our place in His Rest.

For you, O God, have tested us; you have tried us as silver is tried. You brought us into the net; you laid a crushing burden on our backs; you let men ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water; yet you have brought us out to a place of abundance. —Psalm 66:10-12

I Love to Tell the Story

As Alan Jackson sings, “I love to tell the story. . . to tell the old old story of Jesus and His love,” I am reminded of Alan Redpath. He came to the podium to address a large group of seminary students. He was older at the time, and stood tottering, grasping the podium to steady himself. He looked out at the audience and began to sing, “Jesus love me. This I know. The Bible tells me so.” His voice cracked. He continued to sing, Continue reading “I Love to Tell the Story” →

Caedmon’s Hymn

Now must we praise the Guardian of Heaven;
The might of the Lord and His wisdom of mind;
The work o the Father of Glory, make of all wonders;
He, Holy Creator, first fashioned Heaven
As a roof for the sons of men;
Then the eternal Guardian of mankind
Adorned the earth below, a land for men;
Almighty King and everlasting LORD.

Memorial to Cædmon, St Mary’s Churchyard, Whitby. The inscription reads, “To the glory of God and in memory of Cædmon the father of English Sacred Song. Fell asleep hard by, 680.” 

Caedmon, monk and poet, in the 7th Century double monastery (both monks and nuns) of Streonæshalch, overlooking the North Sea on the East Cliff above Whitby in North Yorkshire, England.

Sing Me To Heaven

The Dawn Has Awakened

It’s quiet on the deck this morning. Water gurgles as it falls into the ponds. Birds sing to awaken the morning. I can’t hear it, but we know that “the whole creation has been groaning. . .” That’s what Apostle Paul said in his letter to the Roman Believers. And from my iPad Bradley Walker sings, “Sing me to Heaven. When it comes my time to go, Continue reading “Sing Me To Heaven” →

Anyone understand?

The weather reports that hurricane Nate made a second landfall in Biloxi, MS, just after midnight today. It’s now downgraded to a tropical depression as it heads inland. This is the third hurricane to ravage America’s coast since the Eclipse in September 21, 2017. And since then there has been a terrible mass murder in Las Vegas, NV. There have been many other murders, crimes, and distressing events throughout the world. People are wondering, “Are these the ‘End Times’?” Well. . . Continue reading “Anyone understand?” →