Water if God wills it, he reminded himself. About the great matters, Roland, you have no say. Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla
Category: Writing
Eyes to See/Ears to Hear
My eyes don’t see; my ears don’t hear; My mind does not perceive you near. Instead with lowly fare and bland I stuff my guts and dull my hand. With look, with touch, with taste, with thought, I cheapen the glory which You bought On my behalf with pain and blood, Which should all Earthly […]
Sabbath Poem 18 Nov 18
Cf. Psalm 2 Across all time, and in every age, Though kingdoms curse and rulers rage, Though many men and nations great Your laws abhor, Your mercies hate, Upon Your throne, Your humor high, Their plans You mock: their doom* is nigh. They raise their flags, their gauntlets throw. Upon Your king, true pow’r bestow. […]
Sabbath Hymn – 20 October 2018
O Father God, please mortify And put to death my sin. Please clear the weeds and burn the chaff And purify within. Oh Holy God, the Lord of all: Enthroned Yourself above All worldly, fleshy, earthly things That I may know Your love. Cast down the idols I’ve emplaced And break them in the dust. […]
Not a Wisdom of this Age, version 2
Do you remember the first time you read through The Hobbit? Trying to figure out the riddles – unless you chose to cheat – trying to think around that one specific corner. And unless you are very clever, you couldn’t quite find the trick, couldn’t quite turn that corner by yourself Until one or […]
Not a Wisdom of this Age
A riddle – a paradox – a reality that cannot possibly be true until you’re shown the turn – the trick – the way around that specific corner you were so sure was impossible a moment before He opened your eyes.
27 August 2018
Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.
Twilight Jump/13 AUG 18
Six seconds of freefall in the gloaming until God gives you a shock, and then it’s a steady-slow descent to the ground, racing the sun. Picture stolen from here. My jump was combat equipment, of course.
Strategy
What does it mean to have ten thousand things?
