When Church Hurts

I was nine or ten years old when I learned from firsthand experience that church is not always a place you want to be. Until that point, it was like a second home for me. It was woven into almost every aspect of my life because it was a small, close knit community. We didn’t … Continue reading When Church Hurts

Paw Paw

There are quite a few blog entries I've neglected to write through recent years, but I would be remiss and foolish not to write this one.At the same time, I'm at a loss for words. Because as far as I'm aware, there's not a sequence of words or one given word that could adequately describe … Continue reading Paw Paw

Weary of Worldliness

"All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.""I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.""Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is  but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight  of glory, while we do not look at things which  are seen, but things which are  not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal." As my eyes grow older, they slowly begin to degenerate. I've also noticed that it's a lot harder for me to do some of the things I did with little to no effort when I was really young and could climb anything and run around all day. Something … Continue reading Weary of Worldliness

יוֹצֵר

Now that Thou hast opened my eyesto see beauty and gloryI will spend my mortal life and all of eternitygazing upon Thee Alas, the highest heights and greatest sightspale in comparison to Thy majestythe brightest stars dim in Thy presencefor what more can be illumined in the light of Thine effervescent light? Vibrant colors of autumn and springpoint us evermore to Theethe patterns of spider websspeak to Thine endless creativityHow can it be that Thou, in nature divine and holy,hast chosen one of nature so pungent and odious to Thee?