My dear soul-friend, Words are all that separates you from the boundless loving embrace of God. Only words. If this is so, is it possible that words are also the remedy? Perhaps, but only if their sole purpose is to tell all the other words to kindly SHUT UP.
We all come from the mountaintop, and there we shall remain until we return. Flung to the valley floor, we pull ourselves back to the origin, as if on strings. Our climb is the journey to a home we never left.
How many Christians still wield the sword like Peter in the garden of Gethsemane. Dim is the mind which cannot distinguish the symbol from its source. Maybe Jesus should come back and say, “Do not think that I came to bring a sword to the earth I did not come to bringContinue reading “Play Tag With the World”
Christian friends: Jesus is within you –let Him out! Jewish friends: the Messiah is within you –let him out! Pagan friends: Goddess is within you –let her out! Muslim friends: Allah is knocking on your door –let Him out! Agnostic friends: Something is knocking on your door –let it out! Taoist friends: the Tao is within you,Continue reading “A Call to All Nations”
The surface of the pond is still. You throw a stone in –splash! The water ripples upon the surface while the stone falls through the calm underneath. Then all sense of motion fades. It is always stillness. Your ears perceive the silence. A crow in a nearby tree makes his mighty call –caw! TheContinue reading “Skipping Stones”
Next time, if there is a next time, give us stronger clues as to who we really are. (response: what did you look like before your parents were born? you haven’t changed a bit!)
Just as the butterfly destroys its home when God has perfected its delicate wings, so will true worship take flight when you are finally ready to burst through the cocoon of your own beliefs.
Many people have asked, “Does God really answer our prayers?” I would answer them, “Who do you suppose is doing the praying?”
If Jesus were a fisherman, would He catch every fish in the lake, throw them all in a crowded bucket, and bring them home to His private aquarium? I believe he would reel in one fish, and say unto him, “My child, your place is in this lake. These are holy waters, for GodContinue reading “Catch and Release”
Yesterday I got lost on my way home. Great pangs of fear came over me, and I recognized not a soul. Last night I knocked on your door. Though I was dirty and ragged, you invited me inside. You let me wash and you gave me clean clothes. You brought me food and drink.Continue reading “Lost and Profound*”