What’s remarkable is when the mind sets itself upon a concept that cannot be conceived; one that cannot be explored further than expression. One cannot ask the question, “What was before time and space?” because “before” can only be in time and space. It requires a change from one state to another, the measurement of... Continue Reading →
When the violent floodgates open wide their tears of fury, raging waves of rage concealed in apathetic vessel, who is the fittest captain of my soul? When plunged by billows into depths unknown, or depths known all too well, cavernous wells of despondent repose, who is the fittest captain of my soul? When ebb and... Continue Reading →
In thy sin and in thy doubt, Let thy soul to Christ cry out. I cry and I plead, For thou my voice to heed. In wavering faith and stormy seas, I need more than Lebanon trees. My soul and spirit ache for thee, O God enthroned in sovereignty.
For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality.1 Thessalonians 4:3 (ESV) Sexual immorality is not a new problem. It is practically as old as human existence itself. The first instance we see of it in the Bible is in Gen 4:19 when Lamech (from the line of Cain)... Continue Reading →
I cannot make the wind blow, The trees grow, Or the fire glow. I cannot make the the squirrel jump, The rabbit thump, Or the sloth slump. Everything happens around me, I’m simply a part of the story, To the Creator giving glory.
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without... Continue Reading →
When reason departs, And bitterness ossifies the mind, What can be done? Can conversation and rational points of deliberation animate the stone? . When passion blinds thought, And the soul is given over lock and key to its natural proclivities, What can be done? Can any amount of philosophy bring light to the eye?... Continue Reading →
In the pasture and in the field, With a voice lovely and fair, The Shepherd calls my heart to yield, To his love and tender care. Seeing me in danger and lack, From my own evil and strife, He waits not but resolves to act, Yielding himself, life for life.