Ideologies flooding the minds of people, finger-pointing, name- calling accusations have become the standard by which we judge. I walk out of my apartment in the morning with trepidation at what a new day might bring, will division splinter the thread of our common humanity? And I feel, deeply, the conviction that we need the … Continue reading Father, Give Me Your Eyes to See the Other.
RESTLESSNESS A sheep was I. Lost in the meadow dew, my eyes squinting into the mistiness. I wondered who the Shepherd was; I worried at the mention of His Name. Frolicking among the lambs, I didn't know Him. Sometimes, I thought I caught a glimpse of Him, but I never really knew. One day, I … Continue reading A Sheep Was I
Words of life breathed precisely into paragraphs, sentences & phrases, nouns, verbs & prepositions, yet how trivially we use our speech, chit-chat and tit for tat, the lingo of our daily conversations slathered with gossip, slander, diatribe, the lying expressions of our finite minds vocalizing the pretenses of our actions, yet we dare to question … Continue reading Word(s) of Life
And, when I laid my head to rest, I heard the fear, It knocked again. I stumbled in my human flesh, I heard the fear, It crept within. I gave it all to Christ and then, I heard the fear, It sat to wait. Until I wept and wept in bed, I … Continue reading For God Has Not Given
Rivers of prayer flood the bowels of strife, anger, hatred. . . overwhelming the toxicity of malignance. Peace will bring healing to the lacerations of human folly, when wisdom breaths into the minds of rulers, peoples, nations, and we are swept into the spirit of forgiveness, convicted by the sense of our own need, and … Continue reading Rivers of Prayer
Fires, the roaring chant of the Enemy of love coming in human form to entice the earth to sin, nation against nation, people against people, brother against brother, sister against sister, family against family, friend against friend, church against church. Lies prevail against truth, justice unhinged, while empathy is sucked dry in the desert fire. … Continue reading Fires
There is a wonder in this fury, And a fury in this wonder . . . the feared and the fearful acting as they wallow. And still the watchers rage to sorrow or to gain, to one or to another, to facts or tales or white truths the same. There is a strangeness … Continue reading And Still the Watchers Rage