Decadence

God knows the heart of all, unlike the men who look down from the platform and quickly judge them.   Not many should be leaders in the churches of the day, for not many speak the truth… Do you watch what they say? They place themselves higher with their knowledge and wins, while never acknowledging that we all have our sins.   Why should we … Continue reading Decadence

Soapbox Sabotage

Why do His children fool themselves by believing the obvious lies? Pulling wool over their own faces; blinding prideful eyes. Point to Scripture — and if they don’t like — they talk and talk some more. They talk around the sin at hand, while tiptoeing for the door. If in error, or if doctrine corrected, the proud man makes excuse. If you back it up … Continue reading Soapbox Sabotage

The Resonance Of His Voice

My dad has been gone for all of these days and I am seeing him now in many new ways I see my father in reflections and behind the closed doors I see him on the streets and in empty drawers He drove by me one day but it wasn’t him Perhaps he waved at me with my thoughts at whim I heard his voice … Continue reading The Resonance Of His Voice

Ashes To Ashes

Saturday night alone Just me and the thoughts at hand Reading the writings of my father His pen, his marks, scribbled firmly onto his yellow sheet I sit and stare into the fire The mysteries pass before its light My dad: no longer like the wood that fuels the flame like the thoughts that passed away with him like the pen that scribbled his voice … Continue reading Ashes To Ashes

Remnants

When my father died, my family and I went to his place and took what we wanted. There were many things that were selected by myself and my half brother and sister. We took a look around our father’s place and brought the things that we deemed as valuable back to our own homes. I took all of my dad’s tools. Within the collection, there … Continue reading Remnants

In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

I watched my grandfather, who lived to be 93 years of age, lie in bed after his wife had passed. He was dealing with a lot of sorrow after she had moved on to her eternal life. He would just stay in bed most of the time. I had a few limited interactions with him within those few months between my grandmother’s and his passing. … Continue reading In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

What We Choose To See

The anticipation of spring; the long awaited event that is greatly appreciated after a cold winter. The blooming of the new, full of the bold colors of God’s choosing. My wife requested that we surround the house with flowers this year. We had moved into a different home a little over a year ago and the landscape was pretty bare. It needed a lot of … Continue reading What We Choose To See