Back when I was small And the black suits were tall, There were services that went on too long, First one man would preach And another would teach Then the people sang melancholy songs, While black suits would bear With quiet, solemn care Bread and juice up aisle and down.
“Sin is not a mistake. A mistake is taking the wrong exit on the highway. A sin is treason against a Holy God. A mistake is a logical misstep. Sin lurks in our heart and grabs us by the throat to do its bidding.”
I am told that this whole "word of the year" thing was fashionable a few years ago and is on it's way out. I inwardly rebel to what is fashionable, but somehow last year, a word came to me for 2018, and I took it. Last year's word was PERSPECTIVE, which taught me a lot, … Continue reading Why My Word for this Year is FEAR
Because we are all broken and in need of the Father's love. <a href=""> Read More...
There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature--red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets of official reports to this or that Member of Parliament standing … Continue reading On Knowing: Part One
Because science hasn't eliminated God.
Desiring to walk into the day with cheerful acceptance of all the hard moments, Investing energy and prayers and all the will-power one can muster and Still saying things, doing things that prove how broken the insides are. Crying uncontrollable tears that stream salt water across burning cheeks Of shame at being found out, that … Continue reading Discouragement