When it Rains

There is a pot that I see. Sitting so bold in front of me. One day, I take this cracked pot out.  And patch it from pieces lying around. I get out color.  Paint it from plain. I want dazzle, beauty, fame. ….from my pot. I work hard.         Diligently.                  Faithfully.                           Day in.  Day out. But eventually […]

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What about the Fallen People?

Another one fell today.  I heard of her…a stranger with two names.              Felt unloved.                             Didn’t trust.                                               Slowly ducked out of, place of worship. I hear of him. A young one. Betrayed by those betrothed to.              From servant to drug seeker.                             A fallen one.                                               Fell due to, a broken preacher. I read of her.  The questioning one.              […]

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What Are My Motives?

I sit, fingers curled, floating over keyboard. Screen staring at me.  White with hope of words. Effortlessly, instinct calls me to dart off like a jet, streaming words before me…. ….Leaving trails of thoughts behind me.    But this time…..I want to stop.  First.  Examine my motives. Why am I writing?  Why do I take the time […]

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“Ruach?”

And the weight of weekend gone by grips me…Yet, I open Breath of Life faithfully.  Not out of passion or calling….but obedience. I find dry bones in Ezekiel.        Representing dry carcass of Adam in Genesis…And how…. God “Breathed” life into them. I see “breath”in the Hebrew.  The word being, “Ruach”. It’s meaning?  Spirit.  “Ruach Elohim”….Holy Spirit. […]

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The Deplorables: Do We See Them?

Went to the city today. Home prior to conversion. Faces. Many.  Passing by. Around….. High buildings. Architecture. Tastes. Smells.  Swirling.  Darting. All around. Creating….Uniqueness.    Everywhere. Oh, once beloved city. And as I see such diversity…I wonder.  What is each story? Isn’t it true?     We each have a story? And I hear them talking…at the table next.  […]

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