Bet that you would not have wanted to know me then; when I didn’t know any better, I made a lot of mistakes and they are called sins.
Today I went on ride to find signs of God speaking to my heart and I found just two, both plenty to begin volumes the young at heart may find at least interesting, if not essential in making choices. All choices are life altering.
It’s the beginning of March when nature slides blades and petals like notes appearing under the door with a message to behold.
Just as I turned the corner happy enough with what I found to be quite extraordinary on an ordinary Sunday afternoon, tilted to the ground a rusty sign declared ” The quality of life yesterday is the knowledge of today.”… I am still chewing on it because on the way into town, I clearly wanted to stop and begin writing this: Keep Reading
Once upon a time, we each had a future translucent like a crystal hanging above the windowsill…
WE were so young the earth, the moon, and sun mesmerized us like an eclipse observed with wows…
Somehow the feeling of “us” was shared in trust, and we overlooked our tiny to large imperfections because we just knew you were you and I was me and they were like many of them without ill sentiments.
2018 received the company of many whom I respected for their lives on earth, and tonight I will look for the stars that blink from the velvet of the azure sky and thank God for each being He created. Keep Reading
Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”. I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc. The hail dents. The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.
Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be. I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates. I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.
I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received. I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.
May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.
There are so many Christian denominations, it may be difficult to count or name them.
At the heart of all the Christian Churches, is the reverence, and love of God, His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, and an undeniable faith undoubtably blessed by the Holy Spirit.
However, the first Christian Church, The Easter Orthodox Church, is the ancient one from which the Catholics broke in 1054.
The Lutherans broke from the Catholic in 1522, The Anglican Church of England was founded by King Henry the VIII in 1534, the Congregational Church was founded by Robert Brown in Holland in 1582, and 1606, the Baptist Church was Founded in Amsterdam by John Smith, the Dutch Reformed Church was founded in New York by Michelis Jones, the Protestant Episcopal Church was an offshoot of the Church of England, founded by Samuel Seabury, in the American Colonies in the 18th Century, John and Charles Wesley founded the Methodist Church in England in 1774. and that same year , in London, Theophilus Lindley, founded the Unitarian Church, and the Latter Day Saints, The Mormon Church, was founded by Joseph Smith in 1829. In 18888, the Salvation Army was founded by William Booth in London.
In the Protestant tradition, hundreds of other religions have started in the last 100 years: Church of the Nazarenth, Pentecostal Church, Holiness Church, Assemblies of God, and many Bible and Evangelical and non-denominational Churches, as well as Jehovah’s Witnesses.
The Bible has served to bring the word of God. All of these Churches worship differently yet they unite in our Lord. I have been to most and know the good intended for all through the teachings of Jesus. I love so many hymns… Keep Reading
The calm before the storm is said to be ominous yet I always long for the calm I associate with patience and peace. Things turn out better when done calmly.
Today…in about forty-five minutes, I will ring a bell at home in memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
I am always saddened by the conversations fueling a battle no one ought to be fighting. God has created us differently. Our physical characteristics don’t determine our characters. The development of who we become as persons stands to be best understood by our Maker. I wish we could appreciate our differences, even as men and women.
I was born and raised in Brazil, and my father worked in Mato Grosso measuring the land along with a team of men accustomed to the terrain. My mother and I also lived in the compound as I can best describe it. We were side by side with men, women, and children of Portuguese origin and mostly black folks. I wrote a piece years ago that I will publish another time. The truth is I did not hear of racism until I came to the United States of America at the age of fourteen. It seemed so strange to hear people talk about the Civil War, Yankees, and racism. It is as my parents explained it back then an attack on skin color as antisemitism is against the Jewish folk. I listened and learned as much as I could along with speaking English, my fourth new language. Keep Reading
” Let yourself silently be drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” _Rumi
One’s endurance is measured by the breadths taken day and night to survive rejection. It is inexplicable to the unbeliever because the life of faith delivers an ever restoring, flowing Holy Spirit. Without it, I could not have arrived at this moment in time.
I can count my encouragers. Who are yours?
In this abundantly planted orchard of life, the fruits ripen to be chosen rather than discarded. In today’s bowl, endurance is at the center; it has an old flavor recognizable for its ancient characteristics. Its value is as long as the beginning of each day is observed. It is delightful to the soul, gentle in texture and borders on honey for sweetness.
I remember the aches clinging to my joints as I gathered a handful of acrylic paints, three preferred brushes, and a trusty folded stool to take along to the gate waiting as a blank canvas on a palette ready to receive the very Spirit in me. It is in this laboriously searching to create a vessel to renew the luster of words written to welcome each soul that I found respite, consolation, and determination to honor a church whose people chose to invite my father to be their priest.painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up. There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds.
I used my father’s magnifying glass to see “the onion” church so dubbed because of the shape of its steeple. It is barely visible. It is painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up shot. There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds. Go figure. Keep Reading
I trust bees to be as sweet as honey… I still stroll the garden among them to hear the hum of secrets Sue Monk Kidd must have heard. By the time I finished reading her novel, The Secret Life of Bees, there was no doubt in my mind, we stand on the ground we are supposed to be unfolding. The wisdom in that novel pours like liquid gold. I respect the work of bees and suspect kissing flowers makes the honey sweet. The tone we hear in life is a given to receive and vice versa; forget the video games, get to know the labor productive love of bees.
The blessing of the ultimate flavor imbued with the scent anew in a mug of tea, is the free elixir in life to cover and uncover every insidious hurt. It is a secret nevermore. The choice is in picking the right hand waving and asking to be heard. The soul of the worker bee is pure. Her delicacy never spoils. It is an eternal nourishment to behold like a candle flaming its tender brush heaven ward.
Fennel grew wild on the hillside and after the dew whisked the sparkling blooms by noon time, the invitation opened its door. Pockets filled with thoughts spread like the wings of eagles here, and that is how anyone comes into the knowing. The bees no more wished to harm anyone than it would sting a breeze; the wind need not our arms and hands to fling about to create unseen waves and disturb the air that be. Bees must be respected that way. I think anyone needing to know a thing or two about these matters would do well to trust, as I did, and get the lessons. Respect is a willful act of patience to fully encompass the vista. Keep Reading