“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all”

—Emily Dickinson

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  • To Weep Without Words Is Sometimes the True Word

    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… Continue reading

  • Weary with Moaning

    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… Continue reading

  • In the Presence of a King

    In the presence of a king, don't ask for small gifts! "The golfer Arnold Palmer once played a series of exhibition matches in Saudi Arabia. The king was so impressed that he proposed to give Palmer a gift. Palmer demurred:… Continue reading

  • To Be Unforgotten

      "If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing." – Benjamin Franklin I would not mind doing both. However, it is always for someone else to… Continue reading

  • Having and Applying Wisdom

    Having wisdom and sharing wisdom is sometimes different from having to apply it to your own life. We may have helped others but, in our own time of crisis, discover that our words to them are inadequate to our own… Continue reading

  • Hometown Jesus

    Will our home-town churches will be willing to embrace Him and get in His program or if He will have to look and work elsewhere. Continue reading

  • The Moral Fool

    The psalmist is talking about moral fools, people of power who plunder the poor and helpless as if there were no God of justice and truth to whom they must give account. The proof of reverence for God is, in… Continue reading

  • Reporting for Duty

    I also am flawed, very flawed, very vulnerable, imperfect, and needy. I limp to your altar. I am unkempt, unshaven, a bit battered, and joyfully expectant. Clean me up, Lord and send me out. Grace – I drink it and… Continue reading

  • Who Cares?

    If it seems that no one cares, you might be right. Sometimes it is relatively true. No one cares or shows care to the extent that we perceive we need. We look around and all are about their own concerns.… Continue reading

  • Apalled

      To be appalled is to turn ashen gray. It comes upon us suddenly in response to something so shocking that it effects the supply of blood to our brains. A pall is a a cloak that often covers a… Continue reading