Jesus asked his disciples, “Who Am I?” a question we often ask about ourselves. Who are we? Well, let me tell you, rather let Jesus tell you. Simon (Peter) was one of the most outspoken of the disciples, always full of righteous indignation on Jesus' behalf. In Mark 8:27-30, Jesus asked the disciples, "Who do… Continue reading “Who Am I?”
Resolute in Me
The middle of March this past year is when our lives changed. The Bible says, the Lord will have his full and complete work accomplished in us (Philippians 1:6), that he works all things for the good of those who love him (Romans 8:28). Praying that God's work through this pandemic is complete soon and… Continue reading Resolute in Me
Rebirth
My savior is risen how I love him so. What mercy I receive when I have sunk so low. How many more times will he have to lift me up, I don't know. It is with thankful heart each time that he makes me grow. Catch me if you dare, the mess I am in… Continue reading Rebirth
Fairest of Them All
Fair and sweet how precious is my beloved to me. bloodied hands, bloodied feet, my beloved friend how beautiful they are to me. Don't know the color of your eyes, nor the sheen of your hair, but each stripe was meant for me. My beloved took my shame and gave me his glory, bearing my… Continue reading Fairest of Them All
Crossing The Divide
There it lies between us- deep and cavernous- a wide and gaping hole piled full of ancient bones- these are past events and circumstances words and actions left unsaid- of what constituted you and I. I see you in the distance a speck on the horizon. How do I cross over and reach the other… Continue reading Crossing The Divide
In the Bloody Footsteps of Jesus
We live in a bloody world of constant combat and conflict, where everyone is right, and nobody is wrong. In her narrative, Sojourner Truth recalls how one Sunday morning, when she was around nine years old, her master took her out to the barn, took her shirt off, heated a bundle of rods in the… Continue reading In the Bloody Footsteps of Jesus
What’s Under the Bed Stays Under the Bed: Dust, Cobwebs, and My Vanity
A while back I, very unexpectedly, received an award for volunteering and helping homeless people. I was so proud of that darn thing, until the thought crossed my mind that I got an award because someone is poor and hurting. All I did was exactly what I am commanded to do by Jesus. I realized… Continue reading What’s Under the Bed Stays Under the Bed: Dust, Cobwebs, and My Vanity
A Walk Through the Storm
There are many stories in the Bible that involve a body of water. Today, we use these stories as a metaphor for our troubled lives. I wrote the following poem the year after I accepted Christ as my Savior, which was 2000. I had no idea of what the next 16 years would hold… Continue reading A Walk Through the Storm
Mother’s Hands: A Reflection Poem
Dancing in the air, beautiful white, brown speckled hands,soft and gentle, long thin fingers on brown speckled hands. Music to my ears, chipped and ragged, unpainted nails, strummingan acoustic guitar with the fingers of those brown speckled hands. Long and thin, a cigarette balanced just sobetween the fingers of those brown speckled hands. Two hands… Continue reading Mother’s Hands: A Reflection Poem
The Big “D” Word
Chapter One: The Secret “Eliza May! Eliza May Pennington!” My mother’s voice came floating outside to me through the window from my room upstairs. “Aw man!” I threw the pile of mud in my hand into the slow moving water at my feet and pushed myself up from the creek bed. I scrambled up the… Continue reading The Big “D” Word
