The Purchase

Life is a game, a challenge to some,
a bore to others I'm told.
A hard fight to the end or a pleasurable ride,
hay, wood, stubble, precious stones, silver, gold.

A life that is full, successful and sweet
can't always be understood,
if it's measured by wealth or built solely by man
out of hay and stubble and wood.  
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Transformation

Rehabilitation is defined in Webster's
"To restore to good repute"
"To restore to a state of efficiency"
for transformation, a poor substitute.
 
Reformation is "the act of reforming"
"the state of being reformed"
Reform is an ÔÇťamendment of what is defective"
 as a man before he's reborn.  Read More....

"Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all."
 Thank you Lord Jesus for loving me... I know it's hard.
You know I love you Lord. You are precious to me!
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Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; for the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.  Psalm 1

Moments

It seems at times the moments
most meaningful to me,
are the ones recalled when by myself,
the ones that used to be.

Lord, why was I so foolish,
so blind... I didn't see,
for those precious moments of yesterday
slipped by unnoticed by me.  Read More....

Stained Glass

An artisan in mind, rebel at heart
Adversarial author of  Faith Depart!
"To reach the world for Christ, like the world you must be"
No more cunning wile could our enemy impart.


Sunset of a Great Civilization

My Sin.

My Sin is ever before me...it cries out from the depths of my soul. My heart is so very heavy. My heart is sick with love for thee Father. Yet, my heart is sick with shame and dread, and yes, with  great fear, for I am such a weak, foolish and sinful man to have failed you once again.   Read More....

We're living in the sunset of a great civilization, that didn't just forget about God, but rather grabbed Him by the scruff of the neck and threw him out the front door onto the street. The moral wreckage of postmodernism is strewn all about us. Deviancy has replaced decency as the dominate cultural standard in America. Read More....