May all the dreams, desires, goals, and purpose kindled within you shine through in the coming year. Blessings to all!
Month: December 2018
Wisdom in Ruins
In all the rubble
are the books,
reflections of imagination,
containers of wisdom,
capsules of folly.
The silent dust drifts across them
as if selecting their choices.
Here, tales of emotions,
and beacons of reason.
Over there, breakthroughs
and heartbreak.
In the rubble of the halls,
discoveries and inventions,
science and faith.
And in the small fires that yet smolder,
the abandoned belief that
life is precious,
good wins out,
and
love
conquers all.
They are all covered now
with the dust and blood of
war upon war upon war,
silent as drowned river stones,
but still abiding,
seeds of spring
along the banks.
Christmas Lights
Luke 2:9
“And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid.”
A light from Heaven suddenly overtakes you.
In your world, this has never happened. It’s night time, and you’re outside, and suddenly….
We have the gift of hindsight, but the shepherds were afraid. Greatly afraid.
Did they cry out, shield their eyes, maybe even start to run? Yet, the light was not hurting them, or blinding them, or burning them. It was just sudden.
He is the God of “suddenly.”
Remember the conversion of Saul? In Acts 9:3 we read:
“As he journeyed he came near Damascus, and suddenly a light shone around him from heaven.”
We are admonished to “walk in the light, as He is in the light.” (John 1:7)
May the light of God surround you with peace, and…
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The Inelegant Demise of Parson Brown
For Yuletides untold, Lexi and I built our meadow snowman, and just as frequently, Parson Brown came by in his one- horse sleigh, bells a-jingle.
Lexi would roll her eyes and smile, and I braced for the question he’d been asking since music was first heard.
“Are you married?”
“No, Parson, but you can do the job when you’re in town,” I finally answered.
He stopped the sleigh, and positively ran across the meadow.
“What about now?”
Lexi and I exchanged a look, and she gave a slight nod.
I knocked the parson out, and we dismantled the snowman and built a new one around the parson.
It was more slender and taller than our last, but it would serve our purpose.
We took the sleigh into town, where the children were caroling in the early evening.
I stopped, and Lexi approached the children.
“Hey, kids. Would you do us a favor?”
They turned and smiled at the pretty lady standing among them.
“How’d you like to knock a snowman down?”
Their cheers echoed into the snowy pines.
“Where?” one brave lad stepped forward to ask.
“In the meadow, not too far from here. You should do it now, so you’ll be home by dark.
The lad looked to his group, and they all said yes.
“On your mark! Get set! GO!” Lexi shouted, and they took off pell-mell.
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“Do you ever miss Parson Brown?” I asked her the following Christmas.
“Oddly enough, yes.”
We never did get married.
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