A Bird Without One Feather
May27

A Bird Without One Feather

On my walk this morning I passed by a single dove feather laying on the ground. It brought to mind a poem I started to write last year that I never finished. As I walked along thinking about that poem, about 300 yards further in my journey, I saw a lone starling feather on the ground. This gave me the inspiration I needed to finish the poem…”A Bird Without One Feather”…Here it is:   I found a feather on the ground I picked it up...

Read More
The Door To Heaven
May20

The Door To Heaven

One Sunday morning a couple of years ago I was teaching a congregation the importance of children’s ministry. I wanted to used an illustration that would help the people understand one of Jesus’ much-quoted statements “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.” I called two little elementary kids to the front of the church and asked them to face each other and form a little...

Read More
Are You “Past Your Prime”?
May19

Are You “Past Your Prime”?

The other day somebody told me I was “past my prime.” I wasn’t sure what they meant…it sounded like an insult, but I thought I’d look up the word PRIME in the dictionary just to find out what the definition is. I’m so glad I did! I found out that, in painting, when you PRIME something you are putting an undercoat of paint on the surface to cover defects and flaws so that the final, lasting coat of paint can be applied. I also found...

Read More
Milk and Honey
May15

Milk and Honey

The Promised Land of the Old Testament was often called “A Land Flowing With Milk and Honey” signifying a land of abundance. But, if you will think that phrase through you will understand something about the Promised Land that most people forget…You have to milk a cow to get milk, and there’s a possibility for a few bee stings when you’re gathering honey. That’s right! Even though it’s the Promised Land, there is work that needs...

Read More
Time to Fly!
May09

Time to Fly!

I was inspired to write this little poem after watching a baby Robin testing out her wings this morning: Baby Robin in her nest Mom pushed her out, it’s for the best And thus begins her biggest test Will she fly like all the rest?   While in the nest her feathers grew And her wings developed, too, But these are things she never knew Up until the day she FLEW.   And some of us are like that bird All through our lives we have...

Read More