For Lindsey

Lindsey … I would write a poem for you if I could I would proclaim all the good things I know about you if I could I would let others know you had hopes and dreams if I could I would tell others about how kind and loving you were if I could I would

Salvation 101: Good Manners

What I came to know and believe at about four years of age, have held fast to, and has carried through is this: Jesus Christ was and is who and what the Bible says He was and is, and always will be: my Savior, Redeemer, Protector, Provider, my Resurrection and my Life. He is who

Forgiven

The reason, if I needed one, why I deliberately choose to live life as a Christian is a very selfish reason. I love the benefits. I have a personal daily guide, a peaceful heart, and a fearless, hopeful future. When I look in the mirror, the reflection shows only a fully forgiven, loved, redeemed face

Another Riddle

In reference to a recently posted blog titled “We Shall Know,” I am smiling as I recall the fun I had writing it, as a loosely formed riddle, especially after living this particular week, which has been referred to, by many, as the Holy Week. This week culminates in Maundy Thursday’s foot-washing, commemorating Christ washing

A Testimony

This love I have experienced throughout my lifetime is indescribable, yet here I am trying to use words to describe it. How many others have tried? Countless others, including gifted authors, thoughtful poets, talented musicians have tried, in multiple ways, to rightly or adequately express the all-encompassing, unfathomable magnitude of love. One word. Sometimes I

What a Difference a Century < Makes

“But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.” Daniel 12:4 (KJV) Consider some differences close to a century makes.  I recently read the Introduction to a book entitled “The Best Loved Poems of

Tell Me a Story

What is it about a story? Everyone has one, and it’s true. Wherever we go, whomever we meet, a story may be found. I recently read a phrase which gave me pause as I considered it, and I quote: “God surely must love a story.” Each story takes a different form: sometimes just a text

The Voice of Faith

Whose is this voice I hear, this voice inside of me? “It’s only your thoughts,” you say. If that be true, then I say to me, “Who taught you to think these thoughts? What wordsmith, what teacher, what master? Where is he, who is he, when was he here?” Methinks it must be the voice

Commandments

When I say or write the word, commandment, what comes to your mind? Is it any different if I say or write the same word, but add an ‘s,’ commandments? When I am driving my car and I come to a red light or a Stop sign, I recognize that as a commandment. However, it

We Shall Know

Don’t try to live Monday as if it were Friday. Or was it: don’t try to live Friday as if it were Monday? As you readers perhaps have noticed, I enjoy a riddle. However, figuring it out often eludes my ability or patience or whatever that is which is needed to make it make sense.