Maybe Next Year…

But I am of the eternal diaspora. One of many wandering children dwelling in tents in this vast wilderness. Home is a memory that I can’t remember. Rust and decay have eaten away at its core and corrupted its foundations.

Sonnets for Advent: Monday week 4

Based on Zephaniah 3:14-17 Sing aloud for joy, O Zion! Shout!O Israel rejoice will all your heart.Though you have fallen and rebelliouslyrailed against the LORD your God, He hasnot left you helpless in your sin but hastaken from you all the charges laid atyour door. All your enemies are vanquished.The True King of Kings now... Continue Reading →

Sonnets for Advent: Friday week 3

Based on John 9:1-7 Oh Father, why did you make me so bro-ken? Sometimes it feels like I cannot walk.I limp along alone in darkness, blindand helpless. Why? Who sinned that you inflictme thus? Is there purpose in the darknessthat floods my senses? And He answered, "Yes.There always is a purpose and that pur-pose is... Continue Reading →

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