Mother’s Day

Power is in a Mother’s Prayers.

Saint Augustine and the man he would become, was the direct result of his mother’s persistent and multiplied prayers. Monica was vigilant in advocating for her son through daily prayers.

Never give up. As a youth, Augustine was influenced by the rhetoric and cults of the day. His mother, much concerned, sought audience with God. He gave her audience. Her son converted.

Heart to Heart

Two Women, Two Conversations, Two Circumstances

The Easter Sunrise at my brother’s place on the hills of Red Bluff is special. We sit on folding chairs or on blankets strewn on the ground on a hill with oak trees interspersed around us. People draw stadium blankets around their legs and arms to keep warm. It is a beautiful morning. Crisp and cool. The birds are singing profusely. We face the east to watch the sunrise. My brother and wife have invited the neighbors. Many have come. I’m there with my family and a friend.

My brother says a few words and then three readers read messianic passages.

We sing a song led by my sister-in-law and her sister, as she plays the guitar, then three passages of Jesus’ words are read. We sing again, and then one more layer. The sun is coming up. We end with Morning Has Broken, one of my all time favorite songs. The sun is a full orb on the singing of the last verse. It is right on schedule. Thrilling. We appreciate the array of lavender to purple wildflowers resplendent among the grasses on the hill. There is a quietness in the air. We follow the trails down to the house where we will share a communal meal.

What Jesus Did for You and Me

What Jesus Did for Us

Jesus was white, and everyone else looked just like him except they all were covered in dirt. Different people were dirtier, blacker, or whatever. Then they all went and hugged Jesus. Jesus became dirtier than anyone; caked with filth. Everyone else became pure white as Jesus once was.  ~LaVonne

He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed. 1 Peter 2:24 NAS

And I’ll never know how much it cost, to see my sin upon that cross. Here I Am to Worship by Tim Huges

The Christmas Story

THIS YEAR I pondered what to write for the Christmas reading at my church. I’ve written the story several times for previous plays; sometimes with lots of details, and other times with sketches of the story. I was stymied. How could I write it differently? I asked God in prayer to help direct my thoughts. Then came the idea of highlighting the type of inner character found within each person in the biblical narrative. The time allotment allowed for only a brief presentation which meant I couldn’t give too much consideration regarding each person in the story and some would be omitted. Here is what I came up with. I share with you A Christmas Reading. I hope you enjoy it.

A Christmas Reading

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