darkness yields: a song of subjective redemption

This was inspired while holding the precious little baby boy of some friends of mine, and seeing a physical manifestation of God’s glorious business of taking the ill and using it for good. The darkest night, no morn in sight, The sin which rent the soul apart, When flesh seemed strong, oh how we longed, [...]

a song of redemptive history

Before the Throne of God on High, All Adam’s race stands clothed in guilt: With no relief from anguished sigh, In works on which their hopes are built. The One before Whom angels bow, In righteousness rules over all, Yet sinners He abideth now, For mercy’s sake, the judgment stalls. ~ Before the Father’s Holy [...]

touched by immaturity: the necessary sequel

We ran. (this is a sequel. As with all modern story telling, especially film, it a product is well received and loved, one is compelled to continue giving it until it is hated. such appears to be the case with this story. True to all sequels, it tries it’s best to outdo it’s predecessor.) As [...]

the gospel is the antonym: period

This is a continuation of what had written formerly along these same lines. One of the standard things that we are told with regard to the Gospel is that living it out resembles a tight rope, or a path between two cliffs, the pit on one side being licentiousness, and the pit on the other [...]

touched by immaturity: visit to the storms

If you are going to ask me how Wheaton is, or worse, why i haven’t been posting on this site lately, I’ll sympathize ignore you. Because first I have to relate a circumstance that occurred while we were visiting our epic and dear friends the Storms in the Yeti-dominated state of Wisconsin. I was in [...]