Binding The Hands of Jesus

| September 28, 2011

The path to where he stood was illuminated with an ominous orange glow as they clanked their way towards him. He was not going to back away or hide and knew that he must dampen the coals of rage, before they burned away all civility; so he asked, “Who are you looking for?” They stopped dead in their […]

Justin Springer

| September 27, 2011

I’m selfish. I don’t want him to be gone, but of course God didn’t ask me, did he? I have so many fond memories of him that it is nigh impossible to place any one down and send it to the netherworld of electronic media and social sites. I have already posted one and you […]

Facebook Judgement

| September 26, 2011

It is hot, then it is cool. Hot, then cool. You look around and all you see is a multicolored landscape of hair. A bleach blonde is standing right in front of you, with a red headed young man, directly to her right. An old silver haired man is to her left. The conglomeration of […]

A Beatific Smile

| September 22, 2011

She is oblivious to the sounds of traffic and electronics as she walks down the street. Every so often her smooth glide would hitch, as if she is moving to a sound only she could hear; for she is. Music only God can provide, fills her head with joyous sounds. If you watch her closely […]

Flathead Catfish

| September 22, 2011

It was a hot day and we were wet. Terry Lewis, Justin Springer and I were spending this particular summer day swimming in the lake that was in front of our house. We were diving off the creosote board that Daddy had installed on the narrow pier leading out into the lake. We floated in […]