“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.”
Over the years, I have occasionally written prayers that are poetry. I'll be posting these on occasion.
Early spring, gray sky lingered over the greening lawn and swaying evergreens that hugged the community center that Sunday. Visiting a newly planted church, I had already taught the children’s Sunday school, joined the morning worship, eaten a delicious potluck lunch, and played a few wanna-be rounds of spike ball when I went downstairs craving … Continue reading In Scents of Time
In which brainwashing is revealed, a control freak acknowledges that her best friend is too sick for her to heal, the Spirit drowns out the preacher, and eyes leak salt water. I had almost forgotten that it was council meeting morning. As a rule, I try to live my life in such a way that … Continue reading A Sunday Morning Council
We got up as our world revolved into the sun, my aunt and I. We strolled in the stillness to the shoreline and slipped into our own kayaks. The water lay smooth as ice but still fluid. Our paddles dipped into the water sending sprinkles of diamonds dancing back home to the surface of the … Continue reading Travel Journal: Northern Reflections III