Are you heaven “bound”?
I don’t mean bound as if your headed on some trip,
following this road, or that, to bring you where you want to be at,
so all your greatest desires will be fulfilled.
That’s a reality of Heaven that doesn’t exist!
It’s the Devil’s greatest myth! Continue reading “Heaven “Bound””
We call it Good Friday, and it is. We know what that means. We know the salvation it brings to have our sins paid for on the cross. We know the new life we have in his resurrection. But I wondered if we ever truly contemplated what was happening in the hearts and minds of his followers (at least the ones that were left) in those hours that he was taken and crucified? This is my attempt to sort through that. It’s simply a poem to consider what was happening, and without the benefit of history, how we might have seen it through the eyes that believed and followed him. My prayer is that this poem might make you think a little more deeply about that Friday, and even that Saturday (see tomorrow for that thought.) and hopefully by thinking on these things, make that resurrection Sunday that much sweeter!
If you truly like it, could you be kind enough to share it on all your social media sites so others might have an opportunity to ponder what a Good Friday it really is.
Today’s the day he was betrayed by a friend,
as a simple kiss led to an arrest. Continue reading “Today’s The Day…”
My home is a sanctuary from the outside world
Doors locked, shades drawn. Nothing can get in.
Did I say nothing?
In the whisper of the night one thing remains.
Creator. Sustainer of life.
His voice speaks volumes in the silence. Continue reading “A Restful Tree For A Wretched Me”
This post is a little different. This is a sort of poem I wrote about Paul meeting Jesus on the road to Damascus. It’s a sort of, “what Paul might have thought”. It reminds me also of how God has the complete and final say in calling us to Him.
Light blinding all around, so suddenly without a sound.
What could be responsible?
My companions? Where are they and did they see what I did?
Weak, so weak, can’t stand, to my knees I fall.
Is it truly the end of it all? Continue reading “Paul’s Conversion (A Poem)”
Oh my God, Have you turned your face from me?
I feel afflicted and weighed down.
All my choices are bad. My decisions reek with sin.
I harm those on all sides of me,
and fool those who barely know me with my clever words.
Continue reading “A Sinner’s Lament”