The blessing of an undivided heart

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  • Post last modified:March 13, 2024

One weekend in March 2012, I met with a small group eager to seek what God wanted to show us through Elijah’s life and times. None of us has been…

Mastering the language in which you write

Don't count this aspect of writing as less than spiritual - or anything less than crucial. Work hard to master the English language, depending on Christ's mighty power that works within you.

Miracle book: The Elijah Blessing

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  • Post last modified:October 23, 2024

God gave me an impossible task, a delightful task, and he went before me to make the way.

Shaft of sunlight on a yard bordered by towering trees
These lithe, towering trees would dance wildly in the wind.

Cradled or caught?

  • Post category:Living Life
  • Post last modified:December 11, 2023

What I learned from a bent tree - cradled, or caught, by another tree.

The no-leaven life

  • Post category:Times and Seasons
  • Post last modified:May 8, 2025

He who died in our behalf is risen. As we trust solely in his broken body and the new covenant in his blood, we too become alive in ways we could never otherwise hope to be.

Faded black-and-white of four Union soldiers from the Seventy-Seventh Pennsylvania regiment (with one on horseback), outside Shiloh Church at the time of the battle
“In the very center of this dreadful contest, so destructive to life and limb, stood this humble, little log-church, from which the great battle of Shiloh took its name.”

Shiloh

  • Post category:Times and Seasons
  • Post last modified:March 16, 2024

“In the very center of this dreadful contest, so destructive to life and limb, stood this humble, little log-church, from which the great battle of Shiloh took its name.” April…

ROAR

"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death. And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."

Tabor

Mini-post. Thoughts prompted by a hazy picture of the mountaintop from which Deborah sent Barak and his troops into battle

Looking up

Mini-post. It's hard to look up when you're lying prostrate. Sometimes, it seems impossible. If confusion, hurt and anger are pummeling you without mercy, you may be very tempted, when you do look up, to shake your fist.