The Glass Man

Sitting by the lake cabin, staring Sounds of a craftsman working at his bench… echoing Smells of sawdust, rubber, plastic closeby… floating But I could only vaguely make out the vast, “Phthalo-green” curtains in the distance Contrasted against an even more vast, folly-colored wall Small blurry ants in the sky What was I here for again? What was I here to do? to see? And why are there ants in the sky? Then someone gave me a pair of glasses And everything became clear Sounds of the lake, rippling Smells of the breeze, cleansing Took over the clanging, ringing cacophony The stuffy, smothering “cacophonous” odors The curtains were “Pakistan green” […]

A New Year Prayer

Another year is dawning; Dear Father,  let it be, In working or in waiting, Another year with thee.   Another year of progress Another year of praise; Another year of proving Thy presence all the days.   Another year of mercies, Of faithfulness and grace, Another year of gladness The glory of thy face.   Another year of leaning Upon thy loving breast, Another year of trusting, Of quiet, happy rest.   Another year of service Of witness for thy love Another year of training For holier work above.   Another year is dawning, Dear Father, let it be, On earth, or else in heaven Another year for thee. A […]

What Will Matter

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.Even […]

’Twas the Year of the Census

by John Popp   ’Twas the year of the census and all through the region the people were scared of the great Roman legion. The emperor was bored; he breathed with a sigh. Then he had a great thought, a thought that was sly. “Have the people all counted, close, far, and wide, to increase their taxes, my fortune, my pride.” “This is bad news,” said the advisor to the king. “There are too many. How could we do such a thing? We can’t count them now!  We don’t know who they are. People have moved, some close, but some far.” “To keep the count true, the people must travel […]


GOD STORY by Deborah Ruth Trotter   You are the God who gives everyone a story Not just a pattern of ritual and obligation But a living relationship of Your love overflowing And bubbling over to the people around You are the God who gives hope to the hopeless You bring new joy when we can’t find it ourselves You fill our hearts with Your love never-ending That overflows more than we can contain on our own You are the God who meets us where we’re at You extend grace and forgiveness and free us to live new a way No longer slaves to the things that destroyed us And […]

Sometimes I Run from God – Anonymous

Sometimes I run from God. Sometimes I run from God because I’m flawed, Because I want an escape, I want to take my sins with me and run Into the arms of another man. Another man—not the man who walked on water, Not the man who calmed the sea. The man who looks at me like I’m a dish of ice cream, And he’s the spoon. God told the man if you eat the forbidden fruit you will surely die. Die. I try to resist but it insists it wants me. I swear—I can’t bear to keep it away. And so I fall, I stumble and crawl back to His […]