Bold a person’s path may be
No care but for himself

Sin, like a siren calling out
says, “I am beautiful, alluring.
See, I have weaved a filigree of sparkling delight.
Come to me, come to me.”

You looked away and were disconcerted after hearing Jesus’ name. I wanted to ask, “Why. Why is Jesus now an embarrassment”? My next thought was, “I don’t understand.” Especially after all that you claimed God has done for you. After all the times you’ve mentioned how the gospel was presented. You understood and started on a new path for Jesus. You were on the brink and God saved you.

Ah, such a lovely trinket.
What harm could there be?
A moment has presented it,
For the taking it must be.

Of course I saw what happened. Yet still was I perplexed. Truly, did something else have that much influence? What about all the things that God has done in your life? Why do you now turn your back on Him? Has sin’s charm bedazzled you that much?

Sin’s seductive weavings closed in,
its tendrils wrapping tighter,
grabbing, leeching, grasping, choking.
But instead you felt a numbing pleasure.

Time and circumstance prevailed with many questions left unanswered. Even so, will you turn back to God and hear His still small voice or will you continue to remember your former ways, hearing only sin’s siren call?


Ocean Waves


Friendly lapping, relentless action
Fashions of majestic passion

All in coming, all in going
All in splendid dashing reaction

Always changing, never ending
Curling, smashing, crashing, splashing



Bananas, savanna, I live in a cabana in Havana.
Or is it an oasis with lovely faces?

Oh where’s the city where everything’s pretty?
I drive downtown with bustling sounds.

A long walk and then I see
painted sky with flowing color
that shines graffiti on concrete walls.

Soon I hear in evening air
enchanting songs that draw me near
a peaceful place without a care.

Only a Breath


Daily we breathe and generally take no thought of it. We can use a breath to focus and calm down, or take a deep breath for song or instrument. We can hold our breath in anticipation or use a breath to help save someone’s life. A breath from God is so much more.

“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”  ~Gen 2:7

One breath, that’s all it took. A personal breath from God and man was more than alive; he had a living soul and self-awareness.  It was a breath that brought a relationship between man and God.

 “Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you. And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost:”  ~John 20:21-22

One personal breath from Christ and now the disciples had a part of God dwelling within them. It was to be a start of a new relationship with God.

Praise God for the breath of life and living soul He gives us. Praise God, that through His son Jesus Christ, we can enjoy a new life and relationship with God through His Holy Spirit. And to think, it started with a breath.

Symphony of Delight


Oh, to write
Emboldened symphony of delight.

Blended melodies, harmonious waves
Sounds of instruments, sounds of praise.

Notes flow from pen to paper
Into view are words of favor.

Each note concisely placed
Are words well written in its rhythm.

Shall it rhyme? Will it reason?
I don’t know, what’s its season?

Shall I stop? Or continue?
Notes so soft, they sound within you.

So pronounced are the strains
Leaping, bounding, words proclaim.

The melody fancily moves along
And the plot beckons on.


Alone at last, resounding note
In concluding final word.

Hopefest Part 2


It’s nice to have ministry opportunities in your own community because it helps to bring connections that otherwise wouldn’t happen, and though it’s a cliché, it can be an amazingly small world, too.

My group had set up a booth on that cool and crisp autumn morning with the usual tracts, Bibles and music/testimonial CDs on our table. After a short while, I took some CDs and wandered around, stopping often, and conversing with people, some whom I knew, handing out CDs along the way. A lot of time had passed in my wandering until some items caught my eye, a few rows of neatly lined CDs. Not just any CDs, some of them were ones that I also had with me. Wow! Imagine that! I just had to hurry over and talk with those folks at that booth.

I introduced myself, mentioned that my group also had a booth and commented about the CDs on their table. Through more conversation, I found out that they no longer had access to receiving these CDs. I went on to explain how I was involved with the CD ministry, and that I could pass their information to the people who order the CDs.

After giving some CD’s they didn’t have, I left their booth with a wide grin on my face. For those who know me, I was soon seen to be bouncing! I bounced because God brought two parties together to meet a need in a unique setting that only He could arrange. I bounced because I am once again amazed in the way God is using me to be part of the CD project. I bounced because people are answering the call to be in the field to reach those who need to hear about Jesus Christ. I bounced because God was there with us.

“Then He said to them, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” ~Luke 10:2

Hopefest Part 1


It was a beautiful fall day at the town square for Hopefest. I looked forward to Hopefest because of the opportunities for ministry and new connections.

Soon after our group, Celtic Cross Ministry, finished setting up, a homeless man with a pack came over and inquired about free haircuts. Not knowing where that booth was set up, I walked with him to the registration table to find out. He was black, his short hair dotted with gray and a few days beard starting to grow upon his chin, the latter portion which needed trimming. His eyes were bright and he had a smile.
“Why are you homeless?” I asked.
“Problems came about because of my skin color,” was his response.
“It shouldn’t be that way. Skin color shouldn’t matter.”
“It still does matter,” he said.
Arriving at our destination, we got the information he needed and he was grateful. We parted ways and I was reminded that in God’s kingdom there will be people from all nations and tribes (Rev. 7:9) and that there isn’t any partiality with God (Acts 10:34-36).

Later in the day my friend Mary-Ann and I went around the square. As we were headed back to our booth we met a homeless couple, Susan* & Jack*, along with a friend of theirs, Mitch*.  Jack mentioned, more than once, about getting married to Mary at this same event the year before. Other topics of hard times came up too. Susan and Jack put the bad times behind them and stayed more focused on the positive side of life. Before leaving I asked if they would like any prayer and Mary mentioned that she would like to pray. Soon after the prayer, Laurie*, a friend of theirs, walked up. Mitch said that she was a Christian too.
“No I’m not,” Laurie said.
“Why?” I asked.
“God doesn’t read a book,” she said. “I’m spiritual.”
“God doesn’t need to read a book…”
“I’m not going there,” she interrupted.
An image of a tall, very thick, very hard brick wall slamming down came to mind. So much so, that I could tangibly feel it. I used to be like that too, not wanting to hear about God at all. God is not always well received. Not wanting to disturb the fellowship the homeless people were having, my friend and I left. Although I was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t talk more about Jesus, praying for Laurie was something my friend and I could do. Another point was brought to mind. Sometimes when trying to present the Gospel of Christ to unwilling ears and hearts, it’s better to move on. (Matthew 7:6; 2 Peter 2:22)

*Not actual names



Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high
Such a wonder to the eye
Gently swaying in the breeze
In and out amongst the trees

Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high
Quietly dancing in the sky
Like a bubble floating freely
Like a feather in fair weather

Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high
Your patterns weave a lovely sight
Like a leaf with fall colors
Like a blossom twirling often

Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high
Such a wonder to the eye

Pardoning Iniquity


“He will again have compassion on us, and will subdue our iniquities. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea. You will give truth to Jacob and mercy to Abraham, which You have sworn to our fathers from days of old.” Michah 7:19-20

I am struck again in thought of how amazing it is that God casts our sins far from us. The depths of the oceans are great. In Psalm 103:6-14, David mentions that our sins are, “as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.” The East and the West, they never meet. God’s mercy is even greater. His mercies are as big as the heavens are above the Earth for those who fear Him.

Praise God that through His son, Jesus Christ, our sins can be removed. God is calling all to repent of our ways and to turn back to Him. Then we can be like David and proclaim, “He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor punished us according to our iniquities.”  How joyful and uplifting that can be.

To Mountain Top


The wide carpet blended green,
yellow, purple, red and gold,
lying flat, the open plain.
Along with slowly rising ground,
grow textured dots and small shrub trees.
With rises nudging here and there,
hills do form the border break.
Blending, forming, taller yet,
shrubs to trees, the plain recedes,
once hills now mountains, rest in place.
Trees give way to rocky space.
Snow topped peaks beneath the skies,
silence speaks in sunlit rise.

“Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
Or ever You had formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.” Psalm 90:1-2