“Picture to yourself a man whose health can never be re-established, who from sheer despair makes matters worse instead of better. Picture to yourself, I say, a man whose most brilliant hopes have come to nothing, to whom proffered love and friendship are but anguish, whose enthusiasm for the beautiful – an inspired feeling, at … Continue reading Franz Peter Schubert (1797 – 1828)
Off to a late start – ah, well… `tis another manic Monday. After the breakfast hour, Candace leaves for class. The children and I don warmer dress against the early morning chill, before taking a brief walk around the neighboring Meadow and Grove. The clear cold belies the unseasonably warm temperatures that (no doubt) await … Continue reading Every Day Is A Treasure
Down the long hall of days-gone-by, I remember… I am nine-going-on-ten years old, a gangly fourth-grader, my attention riveted towards the television screen at the front of the classroom – my classmates are counting along with mission control, 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… “Ladies and Gentlemen, I`d planned to speak to you tonight to report … Continue reading Challenger – 20 years later
On this day…
in the year 1756…
in Salzburg Austria…
…was born one of the greatest musical geniuses of all time, Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Amadeus Mozart. Unrivaled in significance and influence among all composers of Classical Music, his works are loved by many and are still frequently performed.
The life of a Believer is one that is ever-consumed with adoration and awe. Indeed, how can it be otherwise? For, if one has been overtaken by the LORD and tasted the first radiance of Saving Faith, how else is one to act but in perpetual wonder? This ardent reverence need not manifest itself in … Continue reading Do You Know Your Creator, World?
Hurriedly and with no small amount of haste, I scurry words across the page. Always there is ever the brief pause of deep breath – the space seems so vast and my mind spills over with what to put upon that space in calm measured lines. “How still those waters appear before my face, betraying … Continue reading “…poems are made by fools like me…”
Pablo Picasso was fifteen years old when he completed his first self-portrait, and it was only a year before his death that his completed his last one. One painting reflects the ambition and limitless potential of youth, while the other signifies the weariness of old age and a yearning to recapture one`s childhood. They are … Continue reading The Ransom Of A Man`s Life