Finding Hope in a Hopeless World

The red coated stranger.  In loafers.  And mustache.  Puts his palm out.  Turns head away from….The Hope-filled One….Passing out tracts. And last time I came here…. There were no tracts.   No Jesus.   No noticeable believers.  So bold in a city.  Unmasking. Christianity. Only…. Palm readers.   Beggars.   Buildings of Scientology, asking you to pay […]

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When Your Shrinking Dink Life Heats Up

You know something is wrong, when you eat chocolate for breakfast. And not just bite sized.  Lady like. Hershey kisses kind of helpings.  But a big, with almonds, kind of chocolate bar. Sitting.  Feeling like a Shrinky Dink.  Stuck inside a oven.  Heat turned on.  High setting.  And somehow, required to grow in it.  So big. […]

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Faith: The Real Deal vs. Phony, Flimsy, Fake Faith

There is a common trend in faith communities.  In secular communities. Sweeping across the thinking of a broad spectrum of people. It’s a trend called the power of positive thinking. It is the thinking that if we hold out an image (like a God) and believe in it… Hard enough…..Long enough…..With faith enough. It will come […]

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Naked Worship.

Sometimes, when the road is the only solace.  Hardships have no answers.  Camels threads start to break backs slouched with questions.  Wings tempt snipping with doubts and decisions….. ……The best thing to do is praise Him. This day.  Coming empty.  Each mile taking off layers……of well caked on make-up. Images not mattering anymore….when rain falls…..And the […]

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Taking Back Childhood. Then, Giving it Away.

I have been here before. When hair was turned back.  Kept flat by pigtails restraining me from life. But this time, I have a pigtailed one of my own.  And two nearly grown.  Here beside me. Rocks make “C” shape around the wild sea.  And I step out onto white sand seeping deep within my toes. […]

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How Captives Are Set Free. And Your Part in it All.

“You are an intercessor.”  Ex-pastors wife says.  Among bubbles. And sun. And watermelon crying out for harvest. And it is like when you hear your name in a flooded room.  And you turn.  And question….. “Is that really me they’re calling?” For it has been some time.  Since knees lay raw.  On carpet floor. Crying out […]

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