Saturday, July 29, 2023

Hell and Heroes and Kings


I lost my fortune long ago 

All I have is my old banjo 

But my voice is true and my arms are strong 

I will win your heart with just a song 

With my old banjo 

I’ve faced hell and heroes and kings 

Till I can’t tell my fingers from its strings 

I will wait outside your window 

I will play for you on my old banjo 

And the shadows will fall and the wind will blow 

But I’ll wait for you barefoot in snow 

I lost my fortune long ago 

All I have is my old banjo 

And the dream of you and a love so strong 

That I will win your heart with just a song 

Friday, July 28, 2023

Not A Secret


The high priest then questioned Jesus about his disciples and his teaching. Jesus answered him, “I have spoken openly to the world. I have always taught in synagogues and in the temple, where all Jews come together. I have said nothing in secret. Why do you ask me? Ask those who have heard me what I said to them; they know what I said.”

John 18:19-21

Monday, July 17, 2023

You Can't Outrun God


Lift your head weary sinner, the river's just ahead

Down the path of forgiveness, salvation's waiting there

You built a mighty fortress 10, 000 burdens high

Love is here to lift you up, here to lift you high

If you're lost and wandering

Come stumbling in like a prodigal child

See the walls start crumbling

Let the gates of glory open wide

All who've strayed and walked away, unspeakable things you've done

Fix your eyes on the mountain, let the past be dead and gone

Come all saints and sinners, you can't outrun God

Whatever you've done can't overcome the power of the blood

If you're lost and wandering

Come stumbling in like a prodigal child

See the walls start crumbling

Let the gates of glory open wide

If you're lost and wrecked again

Come stumbling in like a prodigal child

See the walls start crumbling

Let the gates of glory open wide

Monday, July 10, 2023

A Place They'd Never Been Before


"How do you know the language of this people from so long ago?"

She spoke it with ease. Every language says seek the Lord. Every lyric of nature, each stone if left to speak, says it. She entered the cave and went down to the depths beneath the sea and there she learned it, word upon word and bird by bird. What would she use it for? Only praise. The words were sorrowful, to her dismay, and she prayed for joy to overtake them.

She stood beside the great leader. He had once been mighty and fierce with an army, an empire! Now he was with her under the Earth learning the words of the past. Verbs, nouns, pronouns. They rolled off his tongue like a song. He recognized the melody, though the words were new to him. 

She had become an old woman, wise and strong. But why be strong? What use is wisdom at the end of time? What is there left to do? 

Rebuild, came the answer. 

Stone by stone. 

But why? 

So you can live here.

So much had been lost. She couldn't see ahead even a few paces. If hope would appear here, it would have to come down from the sky and surprise them.

So she worked. 

The stories of days gone by came to her and she wrote them down. All the math, that took a second. All the places, a minute. The names of animals and mountains and seas, a day and a half. People's names and the words of their hearts, that could not be recorded. A lie, discarded.  The sunshine, remembered by all and easily recounted. It remained. Her gentle whisper, that was recorded by the trees. They hid it between them. How did she speak the language of the trees? Like this. Like a breeze. 

Leaves, they described each one individually. That took one thousand years and a day. Each shade of green was duly noted, but brown was forgotten. There would be no mention or memory of death here or wearing out or age. But she was old! Old meant knowing and perseverance here, not aged, not broken down. Old meant that you remembered the stories. 

Sweet was her sleep. The babies she held slept peacefully beside her. They learned in a quiet and unhurried manner. The stories handed down became theirs and they relished them and held them close. One day they too would be old, the babies and the memories. They would remember.

Nothing mattered but the good and the holy and praise. Nothing. It had all fallen away. Sorrow raged in her heart. The entire Earth had thrown itself away in the last war and she felt its needless absence. Though it didn't matter now, it mattered to her. She sang the song of yesterday, but today would not have it. It gave her now. Not tomorrow and not a day gone by. Just this moment. She learned to relish it.

Saturday, July 8, 2023

The Meaning of Life


To know God and to make Him known. 

I know Him.

Does anyone know I know someone Who loves them?

He chose to die on a cross for you. What a horrible thing to do. 

What a horrible thing to say. Christianity is horrifying. 

Sacrifice is ugly, but it saved me from all the darkness. 

When I tell you in my small way, do you know?

Monday, July 3, 2023



O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin condemns any people.

Proverbs 14:34