The authors personal ruminating on life, faith and reality.
Crossing over the River Jabbok, returning to the land of promise – Jacob becomes Israel. Yet Jacob wrestles, wrestles with himself, his expectations, his past, his fears; Jacob wrestles with his God. Jacob wrestles as with his brother, with his sons, with his ways, with himself. We all wrestle; in our wrestling we are refined. … More Crossing
He said: “My Word is the way, my Spirit the light.” How can you walk in the way without light? Without a way where will you go with the light? “My Word is the Way, my Spirit the Light.” Say’s He!
Abraham: chosen –man of faith and obedience; devoted; the flawed man of The Promise. Isaac: confirmed –the son who was offered; compliant; the son who received abundance yet with duplicity and still a man of submission. Jacob: established –the wise trickster; the manipulator transformed through striving with God. The God of these men is the God of … More The God of Abraham, Isaac & Jacob Calls
I was asleep; I awoke. In my waking I realized, His person was in my person, I awoke and realized the Messiah and I are one. I was asleep and awoke with his person in my person, And I realized it is true, we are one, we are. He is that he is, … More Awake
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ precarious 1646, a legal word, “held through the favor of another,” from L. precarius “obtained by asking or praying,” from prex (gen. precis) “entreaty, prayer.” Notion of “dependent on the will of another” led to sense “risky, dangerous, uncertain” (1687). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Every man’s ways are right in his own eyes, but in … More A Precarious Peace
Here now are the realms of wonder. Yet I forget, I fall out of presence. I fall back Back into myself, back into the broken world system, back into the dysfunctions of my mind Dysfunctions of my understanding about what is true. Eating again of the wrong tree, That tempting fruit of the tree of … More Walking in the Realms of Wonder
After the rains, between the storms, nearing the seasons end, The river swells rushing toward the sea; rising up the banks, beyond the summer channel. Like my heart. I’m yet full of muck, mud and the debris from the storms that have passed through, Yet as it flows comes also cleansing, … More After the Rains
I walked along golden hills still with spring green. I past along a mended fence. The fences both new and old marched along that road speaking much of times great flight. But louder still did the fields speak and that lone house on the hill. It spoke of time and toil. It spoke of … More House on the hill
I am part of this land, I have known it, walked it, ridden on it all of my life. My ancestors have farmed, ranched, railed and ruled it. I have learned to see it more and hear it more clearly. I am part of this land. I have watched men destroy it. I have talked … More Tell Others
Up until now, there was a rock in the road of my life, A rock causing turbulence in the stream of my energies, One common to all, Expectations! Expectations can clog the flow, They can muddy the waters of our hearts. Are they not formulated by our thinking and then inform our … More Rock in the road
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