I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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How many “layers” of doors do you have to enter to get into your church sanctuary? Probably at least two, maybe three or more-exterior, lobby, at least. Can anyone peek in and see what is going on in your sanctuary? … Continue reading
Twenty-some years ago I wrote a manuscript called “When Sparrows Sang.” It consisted of memories of singing songs in the churches I attended the first half of my life. Basically relating to hymn singing or southern gospel songs sung by … Continue reading
HANG WITH ME, DEAR FRIEND THIS IS BELIEVE: I BELIEVE THAT JESUS IS THE ONLY WAY ONE CAN ENTER HEAVEN. I BELIEVE THE HOLY BIBLE TEACHES THAT MATURE ADULTS MUST CHOOSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE JESUS AS LORD AND THAT ACCEPTING HIS … Continue reading
The fire was subdued. Much like unresolved anger, Hidden flames smoulter. ************ Thanks to Pixabay for image. Thank you, Ronovan, for hosting this challenge.
The following section was from 2014 (a Face Book status). Still timely for me. Churches are still into Live Big, Love Long, You’re Blessed, Friendship Avenue, Unity Forever, We’re the Loudest. And especially “You gotta love yourself first!” *********** Oh, … Continue reading
Brook of classic blue Mid’st fern green of mossy walls Skilled Master Painter ************ Image: Pixabay Thanks to Ronovan for the haiku challenge to use the words “moss” and “brook.” Tourmaline hosts Color Your World with the first color of … Continue reading
Mary Lathbury, composer of the hymn “Break Thou the Bread of Life,” said of her own talent, that God said to her “Remember, my child, that you have a gift of weaving fancies into verse and a gift with the … Continue reading
TO MY BLOGGING FRIENDS AND OTHER DROP-INS, FRIENDS IN THE MAKING. Some of you, as do I, believe that we are providing a ministry to the Lord by our efforts here on Word Press. Others are interested in helping others … Continue reading