Recognizing the Glory of God

The heavens declare the glory of God. Psalm 19:1 When we look at the universe, we wonder at the magnificence. We stand in awe as the massive spheres move perfectly in their orbits. We stand amazed at the power of our sun and realize it pales in comparison to many other stars, let alone the vastness … Continue reading Recognizing the Glory of God

Mockingbird [Poem]

When spring rolls in so does he,like a man just off the trainfiddle on his back, whistlin’ down the tracksongs he stole from somebody.He’s weaving bluebird melodieswith sparrow trills and warbler revelries, on my backyard fence with much ado. Like a boy at a coffee shop open micguitar in hand and skinny jeans blue.Just hoping … Continue reading Mockingbird [Poem]

To Doubt God is to Doubt Ourselves

God, who is revealed to us in the Bible, is not diminished when we deny his existence; we are. Think for a bit about this very moment of your life. Right now, your mind, without a sound, is receiving communication from my mind, and I made this communication silently as well. Of course, the same … Continue reading To Doubt God is to Doubt Ourselves

It is Necessary for us to Sail – It is not Necessary for us to Live

It was a saying of a noble Roman when he was hasting with corn to a city in famine, and the mariners were loath to set sail in foul weather, "it is necessary for us to sail – it is not necessary to live." What is it that you count necessary? Is your bread necessary? … Continue reading It is Necessary for us to Sail – It is not Necessary for us to Live

Is Sunday the Lord’s Day?

The following is Henry Scudder's reasoning from Scripture as to why Sunday is a day set apart for the Lord. What are your thoughts? Put a difference between this and the other six days, even as you put a difference between the bread and wine in the sacrament, and that which is for common use. … Continue reading Is Sunday the Lord’s Day?

The Ache of Autumn

“I feel a loneliness for my Creator that pulls me like a migratory bird in the Fall.” -Rebecca Reynolds As she paints the leaves red and strips down the trees, and as the carved jack o’ lantern sitting out on the neighbor’s front porch grows mold and curls in on itself, she reminds us that there is death, but for those who know, there is more than that.