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  “Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to thy word. Psalm 119:9 By living according to God’s Word a young man can keep himself pure. That is no small thing. If there is any creature on earth prone to impurity, it is a young man. For that reason,…

There are two roles in the press. One is the one who gathers, digests, and presents the news. The other is the one who consumes it, weighs it, evaluates it, responds to it, and dialogues with the first. Without both, there is no real press. The press is like the fourth branch of any government…

To whom or what will you give your loyalty? From whom or what are you demanding loyalty? Will you anoint a false king over your life or would you strive to be king? Are these your words, “I shall be king?” What shall embolden you – the cheers of the masses or the anointing of…

  "Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers."  – attributed to Augustus Hare and to Lord Byron There is a slow rise and a rapid rise. To these we must add, there may be no rise. Fluff floats and then gloats in…

May I cherish that which is precious and … May I live in the grace that is freely given. Thank you for another day to learn to learn … To embrace your truth and to be transformed by it.

Let us live and daily carve out the words That shall describe our days. Let us daily compose the symphony of our lives. Let us daily inscribe the epitaph of our moments.

Out on that limb, when circumstances cut it from under you, you may discover that you can fly.

Life is a long, long road.It ends at the beginning.It unfolds into the great mystery.Its exclamation, a question,It question, a great answer.Life carries us and we carry life.We go; we come; we seek; we find.We flow from the Source Who flows through us.We long for home and home longs for us.The Father we fled flees…

Someone died today. A mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a child, and a friend mourned. A victim of violence died, an innocent on the streets of a major city. Someone wept. A perpetrator of crime died in the midst of committing a crime. Someone wept. A persecuted soul died for an unpopular religion…

I know this describes where some of you are today, weariness, tears, weeping, groaning, and weakness. Know this from the psalm, that it is OK to tell God. Know this also, that God knows, understands, cares, and enters into your experience. Know even more that there is a parallel story being written about your journey.…