No strings attached

wood 2I know of a professor who years ago had a colleague saying that he “tried Christianity for a while” but that it didn’t give him what he wanted, so he went off in search of an alternative.  Buddha or something. 

I’m learning to never be intimidated by people with lots of letters behind their names. They are really smart, no contest that, but Continue reading “No strings attached”

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Fragrance of summer grill

wood 2Probably one of the most popular activities at church parties is volleyball; that is, volleyball in some form.  Because we all know it comes in several creative variations: mud volleyball (a personal favorite, although I’ve never had the opportunity…yet), volleyball with a big inflatable beach ball, and even the old-fashioned kind is still just so much fun on a sunny day with the fragrance of grilling happening in the background.

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This, only with volleyball!! (www.utdallas.edu)

 

Such was the situation one morning in our church, as we were setting up for our annual Block Party for the town.

With so many preparations whirling around, a small group of us were fixing the volleyball net, well-used as it was with its holes and tears and tangles and knots.  It can make one appreciate just how L-O-N-G a volleyball is!  There must have been some discouragement as to whether or not it was Continue reading “Fragrance of summer grill”

No dead end

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City traffic can be a bit baffling.  I have yet to upgrade my brain from paper maps and road signs to GPS.  I suspect that, even with the spooky little disembodied voice, I’d still have some difficulty and occasional confusion navigating my way around some cities with all the one-way streets, dead ends, and whatnot.  I’m from Indianapolis, so one would think; but alas, I was born and bred a suburbanite, and therefore, city traffic still befuddles me.  I’ve ridden with cabbies in both NYC and London.  I hear it takes several years to Continue reading “No dead end”

The Joy in Tears

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Sometimes we’re just too afraid, or maybe just to numb, to cry. Evidently, science is finding different chemical components to our tears, based on why we are crying at that moment.  Tears of pain, tears of joy, tears of laughter (those are my favorite.)  Either way, tears are an important part of our humanity.

This beautiful offering is from one of my bloggish buddies, joyindestructible.  If you haven’t found her site, please hop over there (after reading this, naturally….!) And here’s my poetry INFO.

THE JOY IN TEARS

Tears washing over me,

Disinfect and set me free,

From the trauma of tragedy,

Purify hot anger infecting me,

Wash all pain away inside of me,

 

Tears of joy celebratory,

Release intensity so easily,

Happy moment glisten freely,

Jump and shout glee indwell me,

Tears of Hallelujahs praising Thee,

 

Tears of Compassion sweetly,

Course of mercy full-heartedly,

Expressing all genuine empathy,

For the pain of others a sympathy,

A human bond of love, peace, unity,

 

Tears of Jesus wept for me,

And you, hating sin’s tyranny,

Tears of blood to make us free,

Of death, the end of sin-infamy,

 

Providential mathematics (or, holy ‘rithmatic)

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My dad is a mechanical engineer, a P.E. to be exact, and those from engineering schools will understand what that means.  I grew up with T-squares, and triangles, and old Boilermaker bookcovers from the 50’s.  Dad’s been retired for years, but that part of his huge legacy lives on in me, (as well as my brother, also an M.E. from Purdue, who coined the phrase, “may the Great Rhombus bend your straightedge”.) Dad, in his own brand of jocularity, once told me I could go to any university of my choosing as long as it was Purdue, and could be anything I wanted, as long as it was an engineer. slide-rule-332493_1280

HA!  Good try, Dad.  I have yet to experience a yearning for calculus.

That’s the context; here’s the story:

Mom and Dad, being the wonderful parents they were to four teenagers, were attending the Continue reading “Providential mathematics (or, holy ‘rithmatic)”

Restore the Joy

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We express art in so many different ways.  Some people can sing.  Some people can write songs to be sung.  Some people can play an instrument (or several) accompany the songs that are sung. 

Then there are those who show up as the full meal deal.

Julie is one of those blessed ones, a blessing both for her, and to us.  Check out her blog:  https://isingbecauseimfree.wordpress.com  And here is her poem.

RESTORE THE JOY by Julie Harris

It’s another silent night

I’m searching for your light

Seems You’re so far away

I need your grace today

something’s just not feeling right

though I cannot see, I trust you’re here with me

restore to me the joy, the joy

restore to me the joy of Your salvation

and grant me, grant me

a willing spirit to obey You

restore the joy

upon my knees I wait for you

search my heart and make it new

take away anything

within me hindering

distracting me from seeing Truth

Used with artist permission.  Again, visit Julie and you won’t be disappointed.