THE GREATEST RECOGNITION
THE GREATEST RECOGNITION The greatest recognition in my life is that God not only loves me beyond my comprehension but that He also needs me; I am His instrument for His purposes and His pleasure. Jack
LOVE IS GOD
LOVE IS GOD All the might and money in the world shudder every time the markets drop a little but pure love lights up and runs an infinite universe, so where are the truly wise men and women of the …
THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE
THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE The artist went downstairs to the big trash pile in her fenced-in backyard and pulled out a large canvas painted solid black that she had carelessly thrown there yesterday while it was still wet. She …
I GOT LOST
I GOT LOST Last week, I wrote about my experience of being down in the National Forest in that huge wilderness on the Ochlocknee River; it was in the ’70s about thirty miles west of Tallahassee, Florida. I spent many …
LET ME OFF THE BUS
LET ME OFF THE BUS A little fictional story based on the song, (Tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree, 1972.) I turned and ran after the old VW bus when I saw its brake lights come on …
HEALING
HEALING I can still feel the buoyancy of our little boat as we pushed off from the bank of the river into the fresh, honey-sweet, morning air caressing my face. At ease, I sat in the bow of the boat …
LOVE AND FAITH
LOVE AND FAITH Love was at the top of every mountain I’ve ever climbed; faith was always at the foot; that’s why I’ll never stop climbing mountains. Jack
GOD WILL NOT BE DENIED THE PURE JOY OF HIS PLEASURES
GOD WILL NOT BE DENIED THE PURE JOY OF HIS PLEASURES Where the valleys meet the mountains; Where the land meets the sea; Where the light meets the darkness; Where the mind defines chaos; God will not be denied the …
WHAT DO I WANT
WHAT DO I WANT Last night on YouTube, I saw Elton John Emceeing the induction of Leon Russell into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame. It was beautiful and inspiring how Elton John revealed his love for Leon Russell …
CAN THE SHOW GO ON?
CAN THE SHOW GO ON? Isn’t it Ironic that the birds, born 65 million years ago from one of Earth’s greatest catastrophic tragedies, have become stage props for us perhaps, incurable, egocentric human beings; wonder what part we will play …