…even if it isn’t great poetry. It’s a bit of fun from watching the enjoyment with which my little son eats his dinner. “I don’t deny,” he said, “that there should be priests to remind men that they will one day die. I only say that at certain strange epochs it is necessary to have … More Because sometimes I like to write poetry…
We are a people called to overcome evil with good and to overcome by the word of our testimony, which is the word of the One who is Truth. We are not to be fearful of speaking unpopular truths nor are we bound by the falsehoods of political correctness. However, of late it seems that … More Be still.
This silence nags at me; it leaves me alone with my own sinfulness, weakness, brokenness, frailty. The outward attempt at silence does not give peace or quiet. It reveals the incessant inward chatter–my own idle words by which I’ll be judged. Is this what it means that I will be judged “with the judgement I … More Observing Lent with Three Monkeys: Nagging Silence and Idle Talk
This year for lent I have cut out the purposeful listening to and watching world news and events in any form. This doesn’t mean I am closing my eyes to everything–I see headlines and read the occasional news story (particularly about suffering Christians in other countries)–but I turned off all the chatter, the pundit, the … More Observing Lent with Three Monkeys: Introduction.
My casting call: to be least, last, lowest Bottom Should I be such a fool? I would rather be The benevolent despot. “I could play a part to make all split The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks Of prison gates;” Or I could take the lion’s part And roar. “do any … More Casting (2)
Nets, when you see no fish. Seed, when the soil is bad. Words, when no one’s listening. Faith must be more than wishing Hope in a world gone mad.