In an effort to bolster my pastoral care skills to those suffering from chronic pain, I picked up […]
A couple of years ago, Joel Osteen wrote a very popular book, Your Best Life Now. This book […]
We have all heard the saying. We have probably used it ourselves or had it used upon us. […]
Keith was bent over with the pain. “Pastor! I’m scared.” They came in with cords and needles and […]
I just came back from officiating the wedding ceremony for my friend’s daughter. Now, pastors are often divided […]
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“Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?Like a […]
There were moments when she lay in the dark. Seconds that flashed another lifetime scratched into the edge […]
It was only the second drink. Sloshing spinning slivers of silvery ice. Two pieces swimming just beneath the surface. Swirling around in synchrony glassed in an endless circle. A tiny shake from his fingers almighty kept them timelessly turning around each other. They crash into each other from time to time, bludgeon themselves against the invisible crystal wall to freedom, and then float lonely, smaller, melted a bit more than before. Drinking in their drift to nowhere, he watched them waste away. Water in the whiskey.
A new story always begins with the spirits of hopes and dreams. Leaping and flying, spinning and whirling, the tale is bound to go anywhere. In a fictional world of no consequences, the story can take shape any way the spirits lead. Creative heights, unthinkable depths, there are no boundaries where she can go. Soaring away from reality, another world is unveiled where deepest desires and questions are allowed to surface. But silently driving the distant words of story, truth and reality press her upon unsuspecting souls.