On the way home from work the other night, I had an intense encounter with hope and fear.
This trial and testing had begun with a horrible sound around my back right tire just as I was getting to work. Nervously, I asked one of the guys to take a look but he saw nothing of concern. So I said, “Well then I’m going to assume it was a build-up of slushy snow in the wheel-well that iced up and was clunking around in there.”
So for the evening, fear lurked just over my head, periodically Continue reading HOPE AND FEAR, or “DO IT AFRAID”
I took the opportunity to visit with a cop for a while the other day. His name and other details will be kept confidential, but his story should be heard.
He was gentle, and kind although his voice was subdued with sadness, or hopelessness. I didn’t know which. He dreamt of being a cop as a child, and that dream solidified as a young adult when he witnessed an officer help a young couple calmly through the angry emotions of an ending relationship. The officer disarmed their need for retaliation, and planted a seed in the heart of the young man to help others in chaos, to be a peacemaker. Continue reading Viewpoints: from a Police Officer
I was taught that Curiosity was a bad thing and that I should never play with it. The teaching was backed up by plenty of scripture, but I sure couldn’t find anything to support it now.
This morning the snow falling on the cliffs in the distance curiously looked like fog as I drank my coffee and watched through the window. I had woken with the question, “Father, why did the Pharisees chose to be Pharisees”? Continue reading IS CURIOSITY GOOD?
My parents unwittingly took me to find terror for the first time in my two-year-old life. I screamed, I clawed at Daddy begging him not to take me and he did what most Daddy’s would do. He slowed his pace and talked to me. He held me in his arms and reassured me. He coaxed me forward and reasoned with my fears. Gradually, bit by bit he got me down to the shores of Lake Erie. Continue reading WHAT HAS TERROR DONE?
I was up at 3 a.m, again at 5 a.m, and then finally at 7:30 a.m. I got up. It was a busy night of dreaming.
In the first dream, I was a black man working undercover, smuggling black slaves out of a work camp in Africa. I hid one man in a shop vac with his face covered while I used the vac until the truck arrived. When it did, I quickly unlatched the lid and we both scrambled into the truck which sped off to freedom. Continue reading SMUGGLING SLAVES TO FREEDOM – dreams
Big promises and empty smiles from other people, sometimes from brothers or sisters. What the heck! Was that a lie?
There you are, trying to have faith and believe that Father is bringing something wonderful your way through amazing developments, but then someone didn’t follow through, or they didn’t deliver. They Continue reading WHY IS MY BROTHER A LIAR?
I know it was a terrible trauma. I know the wounds and scars are actually still bleeding profusely. I know you still cry uncontrollably at times.
But, would you consider this for just a moment? Would you consider that I know about abuse too, and that I’ve suffered greatly? Would you consider my proposal if I shared my awful stories? Continue reading MAY I ASK YOU TO CONSIDER DROPPING IT?
This is ‘slightly in the future’ fiction about a homeless father and young son – invited by an Angel to step into ROSE ROCK, a community operating in ‘heaven on earth’ dynamics of supernatural proportions.
Estimated publish date after the 1st of the year 2016!
Of my prophetic friends, I have a 50/50 chance of hearing such an announcement. But honestly what I hear is the computer on the bridge of the starship Enterprise.
Can you hear it? “Warning, Warning, Warning!” Yeah, ok, that’s a Trekkie thing. Ha. And I admit I absolutely loved that show along with all the movies and the sequel series. But I could continue to love it because I always knew the ‘warnings” meant complete destruction would somehow be overcome by the end of the hour through the genius of Captain Kirk, or Jean Luke Picard or Kathryn Janeway. Continue reading WARNING, WARNING, WARNING!!!
Lots of my friends are leaving Facebook and I’ve been reading their reasons. One concern is about intellectual property rights and whether material we post on Facebook belongs to us or them. As a writer, that leaves enough question in the air to make me uncomfortable. Yes, I write freely for everyone to read, but that shouldn’t make it someone else’s property. Continue reading The Comedy of My Learning