At an early age I could hear the music. I could see it everywhere. I could feel it in my soul, and hear it in my head. As a gift from God, I learned to play the guitar without lessons. Music is not about notes on a page, or theory in books. You have to…
Good or bad everyone we see or encounter each day is judging. Is watching. Is looking for who we are. He was the host at a restaurant where we had reservations. As we introduced ourselves he inquired as to how we were? We simply said, “we are terrific and how are you doing today”? To…
Doubt? I use to think doubt was frightening. To doubt the scripture, to doubt my religion, or to doubt my beliefs, brought anxiety to my soul. I have come to understand that doubt, brings contemplation, which leads me deeper into the heart of Christ. Doubt of all the beliefs we were taught, brings a faith…
Talk to him. Not in formal prayer, although that is okay. But talk to him. Every minute, of everyday. As you would a best friend or close spouse. As your day progresses “Thank Him” continually for everything in your life. Talk to him about problems. Talk to him about good things. Many times as…
Faith… as described by Jesus, always involved a heart of growth. This time of year I am amazed, as I watch everything come back to life from a state of deep sleep. Small seeds that dropped in the fall, become towering, beautiful plants, as the sun does its job. Faith is the same. As…
As sixty thousand pounds came out of the water, the emotion overtook me. This massive grey whale, made by God, was swimming not thirty yards from our boat. All my heart felt was amazement, at the power of our God. Ten miles in the ocean, no land in sight. The vast water does not rest….
As we all sit in a circle the question was; “what do you get from your spouse”? After listening to all the desires, all the wants from the others, I simply answered “I expect nothing from Lorna except to love me”. Love is a free choice. As the two of us are soulmates, our love…
He battled. Daily Jesus battled. He spent his time in a never ending battle with evil. With demons. With Satan. He stood strong and fought well, but in the end… he was crucified. He was tortured… beaten… scarred… and taken to Hell. Then in a moment, he woke, he rose, and he walked again. They…
We tend to glamorize it. We even make beautiful jewelry out of it. We don’t want to face the truth. The whip had metal, and bone, in the ends. As Jesus was struck, flesh was torn away from his back… his sides… his neck. This would continue until near death. Our Saviors raw muscle, tendons,…
They knew what he had done. They had seen the healing. They had witnessed the miracles. They had heard of the dead rising. So a hero’s welcome… a kings honor. The robes from their backs, and palm leaves paved his way. Put yourself in Jesus place. Not wanting the spot light, but knowing the king’s…