A few weeks ago we celebrated Succoth, also known as the Feast of Tabernacles. Jewish people, along with Messianic Jews (who are also believers in Y’shuaJesus) remember and celebrate forty years of desert wandering after the exodus from Egypt. There are Christians who celebrate Continue reading “Flowers Grow in the Desert”
In less than a month American’s throughout the world will celebrate Thanksgiving. Here in the U.S.A. it mostly means stuffing turkeys, roasting them, and then stuffing ourselves with them. Later we’d try to make room for Continue reading “Thanks”
“Everyone’s a Winner!”
Sounds like a hawker at the county fair, enticing folks to play games for prizes. It was also the motto of the soccer league two of my kids played in for six years while in elementary school. The league was run by a local church, and followed a pattern Continue reading ““Everyone’s a Winner!””
. . . 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. . .”
We’ve had warm weather, then cold weather, and repeats of that cycle for a month now. Today, here in north Georgia, it’s again cold with Continue reading “Pine Needles in Fall”
. . . 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
It seems to me that removing reminders of things that offend us, things that remind us of unfavorable events in our past, dooms us to a rerun of those things:
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”
Heading east through Arizona on I40 is really an incredible drive. Not far past where I stopped to stick my iPhone out the window and capture these hills is the Tee Pee Trading Post. It’s on the old Route 66 Continue reading “Route 66”
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.
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.
Jonah’s Song 