Staff Blog
Repentance in the season of Lent
In this season of Lent, I have been learning a lot about repentance. Repentance is more than confession or feeling sorry for what we have done. It is a commitment to turn away from it, to make a plan and do what it takes to not fall into that sin again. I am convicted that…
HER HEART’S TRAGEDY
Her life’s outer story was forged in tragic pain, Fueled by self-protection and what crumbs she can gain. “Why would I turn to God? Where was He years ago? I can protect my heart! Him? No desire to know.” What happens to a heart, when God we turn away? The Maker of our heart, from…
THE SOLDIER
The soldier loved gambling, the rolling of the dice, Breaks up monotony, though a fool’s paradise. “A God-forsaken land, a thousand miles from home, At discharge will I have post-traumatic syndrome?” Punishment here, severe, death for two lousy thieves, Was the third one sentenced for just what he believes? Cruel justice meted out, on this…
Power of Gratitude
We all face struggles in our lives. Sometimes when we look at what makes us struggle it doesn’t even make sense. A rude driver cuts us off, someone jumps in a line in front of us, a friend gives us that “annoyed” look and our mind explodes with a response that, if we give it…
My Friend, An Atheist
A good friend shared with me that he’s an atheist, What philosophers call a materialist. He believes what only science and data prove. Anything else? He refuses to be moved. What he can’t explain is, why is “something missing,” That there’s much more to life, things like love and kissing, Human rights and freedom,…
The Lost Art of Listening
APB: THE LOST ART OF LISTENING Do we see in others with “true,” “perfect” vision The same traits in ourselves that cause such division? A slowness to listen? To hear someone’s meaning? Ever quick to react, words that are demeaning? Tinny, dullness of ear that refuses to hear, Does anyone listen? Listening disappeared! …
New Year’s Resolution???
“I met the enemy,” Pogo said. “It is I.” It seems I’m two people, both the good and bad “I.” The good I want to do? I slough off guiltily. The bad I shouldn’t do? “Justified,” willfully! My needs, my “self,” my plan, to these, stiff-necked, I cling. Easily “offended,” my feelings act like…
The Bystander
Simon, a bystander, visiting from Cyrene, Watching this spectacle, this cruel and bloody scene. Jesus, this bloodied man carrying a crossbar? Why is this crowd cheering? This scene is so bizarre. Staggering with its weight, drained, he fell on the road, Weakened by loss of blood, collapsed under the load. Roman soldiers grabbed me,…
THE LIGHTHOUSE
Sometimes it seems my life is a wood sailing ship, An old three-masted ship, like Columbus’ trip. An Atlantic journey across uncharted seas, Some days pleasant and calm enjoying ocean’s breeze. But so many days seem like sailing in a mist. It’s hard to see the shore, a wrong turn did I miss? On…