Category Archives: Musings
DREAMS – 2. Decoding the Communique
Here’s my current understanding of the dream in the previous post: I live in the country, so my house being in a subdivision is an oddity. Look for those in dreams. Consider proximity as a concept, given the current times. The house on the right is marked by panic and furtive, unsuccessful attempts at self-protection.Continue reading “DREAMS – 2. Decoding the Communique”
Dreams – 1. “The Secret Counsel”
I’ve been walking on a mystifying path the last couple of years. As a teen, I read a book called Your Dreams, God’s Forgotten Gift. It made the claim that God is a communicating God. He consistently spoke to men of old via dreams. Why wouldn’t He continue to do that today? I’m further entranced byContinue reading “Dreams – 1. “The Secret Counsel””
BLOOD SPEAKS
“The Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” (Genesis 4:10) Injustice, great or small, calls out. Cries out. He cannot help but hear. He cannot help but answer. From the first murder to the latest, The little white lie, our “smallest” infraction. Tsâ’aq –Continue reading “BLOOD SPEAKS”
NO “BIG” OR “SMALL” IN THE SPIRITUAL
Ponder this: In the heavenlies, in many ways There is no long or short duration of time. There is no large or small amount. There is no great or small offense. There is no big or small act of virtue. All are equal. That is why twenty years ago is as yesterday. A mite isContinue reading “NO “BIG” OR “SMALL” IN THE SPIRITUAL”
Delilah Lulls Samson
How strong are you, Samson? Gifted ruler. Foretold and anointed. Unbeaten. Mighty conqueror. Slayer of soldiers by the hundreds, Fearsome Destroyer. Till lulled on her lovely lap, Where you have no business being, You sell your soul to the temptress And Delilah destroys you, Fearsome Destroyer, With her guile, and her nagging. And your full permission.Continue reading “Delilah Lulls Samson”
You’re Bleeding Out
Your personal defense bubble Swelled to the size of a wrestling ring. You are catching punches That I’m not throwing. Bleeding from old wounds I did not inflict. Where I extend an olive branch, You perceive me brandishing a menacing thornbush. Your unseen assailant wails unpredictable blows. The maniac pummels you mercilessly. My outstretched arms AreContinue reading “You’re Bleeding Out”
Ever heard of the “Doctrine of Balaam”?
When you first meet Balaam in the book of Numbers, he seems like a great guy. A look behind the curtain exposes a monster! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Book Napping in Delilah’s Lap: The Plague of Pornography in the Pew & the Pulpit, available in Bookstores in June 2020, is a memoir and wake-up call outlining our capacity toContinue reading “Ever heard of the “Doctrine of Balaam”?”
“I’m Fine, Thanks!” The Answer of Bondage
My Book Napping in Delilah’s Lap: The Plague of Pornography in the Pew & the Pulpit, available in Bookstores in June 2020, is a memoir and wake-up call outlining our capacity to be ensnared by a myriad fowlers – pride, food, sex, electronics, power, shopping, drugs, achievement, and control, to name a few. The poem belowContinue reading ““I’m Fine, Thanks!” The Answer of Bondage”
Like a Fart in a Frying Pan
I care for a priceless lady who is pleasantly demented. Her mobility has decreased significantly. She marvels that she wants to get up and move but her knees just sit there and do nothing. She stares at and then smacks them and says, “Come on knees!” The way she does that, I keep expecting themContinue reading “Like a Fart in a Frying Pan”
