These Hands

These hands have ruined everything they have touched. These ears have heard the cry, "Guilty!", from God the Just. These eyes have witnessed things they can't unsee. This tongue can tell the awful taste those things always leave. This nose has smelled the awful stench from my rotten heart. It beats a little softer every … Continue reading These Hands

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

There are some weeks, when you are preparing for your lessons and messages in ministry, that the Holy Spirit springs open the floodgates in your heart and mind. You sense the Spirit. You can do nothing but think about what the Holy Spirit is teaching you and showing you, and all you want to do … Continue reading Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

The Tears That Wet the Soil: A Short Poem From Luke 19:41-44

The tears that wet the soil Beneath the Master's feet Hushed the roaring praises of the crowd. And calmed the pious anger Of the prideful Pharisees Even they refused to make a sound. They'd cried, "the king has come!" "The promised one of old!" "Hosanna, He has come to bring us peace!" Such joyous praise … Continue reading The Tears That Wet the Soil: A Short Poem From Luke 19:41-44