Yesterday, from the late afternoon into the early evening, the air grew colder as silver and gray clouds rolled overhead. What began as sprinkles of raindrops soon became sleeting ice… and then, snow. This morning we awoke to no less than three inches, with accumulation continuing throughout the day. Having been made aware (the night … Continue reading The Weather Outside Is Delightful
The light falls silently in wafting frozen trickles from the heavens. Faraway I can hear the creeks crackling under the hard frozen air, as near as the glistening ice which forms upon the verdant grasses. The tall reeds of the Meadow waver and stiffen wavering against the cruel North winds. My breath goes out of … Continue reading Falling Winter Sky
What sweetness to the ear, like honey upon one`s thoughts, glistening and undulating between the cracks of savage savored loss. What a cool balm in a desert of desperate desertion of hopes, such as that contained within the Masters voice: “Thou Art Forgiven” Before the Judge can utter a word, I know my own guilt. … Continue reading Forgiven
There`s a verse in the Scriptures (somewhere in Ecclesiastes, I believe) which teaches that whatever sort of work or toil that a person encounters, they are to undertake it with the utmost of their might – that beyond this “mortal coil” the time of man`s labors and/or maneuverings is at an end. Now, I would … Continue reading The Importance Of Being Earnest
Pastor (and current president of Southern Seminary) R. Albert Mohler recently wrote on a burgeoning trend amongst the more prominent proponents of Atheism, a brash and strident breed that represents what has come to be described as “the New Atheism” (which sounds just catchy enough to capture the imagination of disgruntled pseudo-intellectuals and the massive … Continue reading “…same as the old boss.”
Worship Service starts at 2:30pm. Sermon by Pastor Michael Johnson “In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to be registered, each to his own town – and Joseph also went up from … Continue reading The LORD`s Day
The light is slowly leaking out of the room, sucked away with the sun`s retreat behind the bleary blanket of a waning winter afternoon sky.
The light left gives an autochrome-like graininess to the air in the one-room flat. Its towering ceiling is easily twice a man`s height.
Long white curtains flow softly down from three tall windows. The shades are drawn down two of them, and halfway down the middle one, where one can see, through the irregularities in the glass, the roofs and sides of other London flat buildings against the colorless clouds.
The door rests in its fluted Victorian molding at one edge of the wall opposite, and at the other is Nick`s mattress, jammed into the corner as much as possible, as far from the light as possible.