Where is this Jesus Fella? Where is Jesus? I don’t mean to say that flippantly, but where the hell is He? The son of God, one of the Big Three in the Holy Trinity, and while the world appears to be burning collective minds to the ground, WHERETHEHELLISHE? Does he not see what is going on? Does He even care? …there have been other seasons…. Over history, I guess, there have been other seasons where people have asked... Read more
We don't get many choices in the theater of this life of how we get to die. Read more
There is only one place to be in that storm, which can overwhelm us and swallow us. It is next to The Captain. Read more
…ON THE DOWNHILL SIDE OF WORLD WAR II Looking back on our roots, my mom was married, Jeannette Gardner, to a naval aviator, a Lieutenant by the name of Paul Benthin on the downhill side of World War Two. He died in a training mission over the Chocolate Mountains east of Phoenix, in the desert between Arizona and California. The oxygen wasn’t working in his plane and he basically went to sleep and winged his torpedo bomber with a crew... Read more
When we get moments of God with us, do we weep for joy or sadness? Read more
What if, this guy was predicted, and he actually showed up hundreds of years later? How about—he didn’t come to change the government, or cancer or your marriage, he actually came to change, well, you? Read more
God is never caught off guard. He is never saying oops. He never looses us in the smoke and haze. He knows exactly where we are at in our lives and in our hearts. He realizes our pain, has it measured, and will use it to grow us. He never punishes and always corrects with love. Sometimes, it feels like the Hammer of Thor falling on us, but He has it measured. He will take us to the edge of the cliff and have us look in sometimes, but he holds our belt so we don’t fall in. Read more
What I have learned over decades is it is usually my prayer, when it doesn’t get answered the way I want it answered, it is me, and my timing, wording, heart intent, which caused the prayer to not be fulfilled. Read more
IT’S EARLY…. It’s early on a Sunday morning, one of my favorite times of life. It’s dark out and won’t have a viable sun for another hour or two-three if I’m lucky. And, of course, I am writing. I always have Pandora on and one of only a couple of favorite instrumentals is playing. ‘Through the Dark’ by Helen Jane Long. She wrote the other favorite as well-‘The Aviators.’ Her ‘channel opened me to other writers of music like Tolk... Read more
THERE ARE THINGS… There are still a few things I want to do before I sign off. Now, don’t go getting all weird about me signing off. First of all, I’m fine. I’m actually the healthiest I’ve been in a long time. Sore, like I still take three steps to stand up kinda sore, but good otherwise. I’m use to the cicada buzzing in my ears and my urine is the right color. Nope, I was just thinking while driving... Read more
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