The account of Abraham offering up his son Isaac is a rich picture of Jesus’ sacrifice in many ways, but what stood out to me most last time I went through it was the concept, “Son of Promise.” Isaac was both the son who had been promised and the son through whom God’s promises to… Read More Living Promises
“The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his creator’s powers display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.” So pens Joseph Addison in his poem “The Spacious Firmament on High”. In the many times I have considered the faithful consistency of the sun’s movement across the sky, I have viewed… Read More Unwearied Sun
I’m working on a story set in Scythian/Saka territory in the times of the ancient Persians. There is an isolated settlement of Jews along the bank of the Amu Darya river. I’ve done some research on possible names, but would love some feedback, either as survey answers or comments.
Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.The trees bow and groanFrom the force of the blastOf the wing-pounding rushHe stirs up going past.Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.
The truck at work finally sold, and I had put some of the money hopefully into savings. I knew we would have to turn around almost immediately and take some out again for long-delayed maintenance projects. Still, until I knew just how much those projects would cost, it could snuggle down in the bank account.… Read More Money Mouths
All alone at work, it was time to turn on something to listen to. I opened a new tab on the computer and found a site broadcasting hymns. Some I knew, others I didn’t, but one rather startled me with its opening line: “I have an excuse”. What? A song about making excuses is a… Read More I Have An Excuse
Cubit…cubit…span. God measures the heavens with His hand. He weighs the mountains He plumbs the seas. He counts each hair. He tallies up the sand.Lived…begat….died. God numbers each breath of man …adds days to the righteous …takes away the years of the wicked …multiplies sorrows to the oppressor …divides strength of foes’ planOpen all the… Read More God is an Accountant
The first winter and spring of living in Oklahoma have trickled away. I say spring, even though it’s still only May, partly because it’s half-way through, and partly because most of the winter was so mild it felt more like spring then winter. Not all the winter was mild. We had snowfall one weekend in… Read More With Each Passing Moment
We were supposed to get together at the end of the year, and that never went through. I do have a story for the last set of rules, but have heard of no other contributions. Is this the end? Is it a lull? Is it a parting of ways and directions, with writing to form… Read More The Last Cousin’s Story?
One swallow. Bones and teeth and hair and all.Owl pellet. Strained of food, a dried up ball.Puzzlement. Owls ate what before the fall?
Octopencil 