Daily Life

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Ah, Lord Jesus, Author and Word,
Speak into me Your eternal Light that I may see light,
May see You and seeing, be enthralled by Your gaze
Of love unbounded from eternity,
Yet stretched upon a tree by my crimes,
Then laid in a tomb in death’s cold embrace
Till it cracked and crumbled to contain
One by whom and through whom and for whom
All life sprang into being.

Ah, Lord Jesus, speak daily Your word of life into me:
Lest I be entombed once more by self,
Break through the self-drawn darkness of each day
And turn upon me the light of Your countenance
That I may live as You have willed, abundantly.


For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light.” (Psalm 63:9)

“I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10)

You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11)

Wallie on Words | Wallie’s Wentletrap

After my half year of blogging, my fellow bloggers have made me appreciate anew how many words are “set free” to reveal inner worlds, many of which have enhanced mine. Thanks to those like WalliesWentletrap.com who have made 2014 a memorable year with their “words” – pressed or wrinkled! And a Happy New Year of blogging!

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Wallie on Words

If words go in one ear and out
With all the meaning left without
How sad it is for little words
To know they are not ever heard.
How sad for letters black on white
To know their only hope is sight
And yet it’s lovely too, that we
Can speak the words, and set them free.

via Wallie on Words | Wallie’s Wentletrap

Elder Norbit’s Walk in the Park (cont.)

(This is the second of a two-part story. For the first, click here.)

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It seems a blur and to this day Norbit is hard put to explain exactly what transpired in the moments after his foot’s encounter with a figure in a shimmering suit and hat of purple riding what appeared to be a bicycle, playing what looked to be a miniature keyboard.

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Elder Norbit’s Walk in the Park


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Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Remember those who are in prison, as though in prison with them, and those who are mistreated, since you also are in the body. (Hebrews 13:1-3)

Elder Jud Norbit was a wizened old man, weathered by work and age. He left for his office at a quarter past seven and returned at a half-past six every day except Sundays. He was met at the door by his manservant, Pritcherd, who wore a sympathetic look just as effortlessly as he anticipated every movement in his boss’s routine. There was a nod that passed between them, a glance aside for the mail and afternoon paper, a glass of whisky at his elbow as he sat in his armchair by the fire in the winter, by the window in the summer, and then a decent meal with Mrs. Gray serving in her white apron, followed by a steaming cup of cider in the winter, tea in the summer, on a polished silver tray at his desk in the study. A quick look at the accounts and the necessaries on his computer, a brief email sent here and there, and he closed his browser and rose and stretched. It had been a long day.

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Fall Fest

Sweet the leaves that fall in golden autumn’s light

As sun-soaked taste of chill winds blow through glowing hills of red.

The fragrant earth receives her gain from laden trees o’erhead

As breezes flow from branch to branch and round each swirling bough.

And everywhere the gaze alights an artist’s touch describes

A canopy of praise to Him who makes earth’s laughter bright.

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Bernhard Gutmann, “Gardens, Silvermine” (c. 1910)

Regrets, I’ve Had A Few

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I. Apartment Dwelling

I have been here many times, down this corridor

I have lived here year by year, seen this semaphore

People waving good-bye, disappearing out their door

Didn’t tell them the Way, the Truth of Christ the Savior

Will I see them again? I’ve been here before.

 

II. Career Climbing

I’ll sit in my niche

Pretending I’m a glitch

So you won’t pitch a fit

Because of Him.

 

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