There was this praise song on my favorite worship album, it always bugged me. “Take me, I am yours”, the woman sang with such throaty passion that it sounded almost sexual, indecent. I mentioned it once to a friend who told me, it’s just your perverted mind that hears it like that. I never broach…
The old ram trotted past the weird couple walking ahead. An old man and his adolescent son, fear and angst reeking of the uprights, making their way up the old mountain path. The ram didn’t worry, he was to old. And certainly to old to care. He new it was his time, but each time…
I am tired, sad and hungry …. there must be more to it than this. The Bible promises more, my memory is filled with glories past, so why is there not anything here and now to quench my thirst? Here is my journal entry from today: Talking about God like he is not in the…
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