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The Well

1532684463_f1a2e65e5eThere was a magic well and people traveled far and wide to visit it.  Legend goes that when you got near the well, you could hear the rushing water at the bottom of the cavern.  It was black, scary because of its rushing water sound.  But, when you ‘took a drink’ from it, it offered the miracle of whatever you needed.

There was a man who couldn’t speak but he got his voice back and for a short time, he could talk and tell his story. Continue reading → The Well

The Gift And The Giver


And for this reason the Jews were persecuting Jesus, because He was doing these things on the Sabbath.  John 5:16

The men who made up the Jewish Sanhedrin (the religious ruling council of the Jews) took one of their jobs seriously.  They were to investigate any new teacher who came along lest that man was a false prophet and would lead other Jews astray.  They had already investigated John the Baptist.  Now, Jesus was also under their scrutiny because He was healing some people on the Sabbath.  A job, important in theory, had turned into a prison of regulations.  What was meant to protect the faith morphed into the makings of a holy war against the One they were ultimately trying to serve.  Jesus was God, the One for whom they were so zealous.

A holy calling can easily go awry and work against the kingdom instead of for it.  The God we started out to honor and glorify is the One who is ultimately dishonored.  The tragedy in the story about the Jew’s persecution of Jesus is that they served God but didn’t recognize Jesus.  These were the ones who devoted their lives to religious duty, who should have seen the first hints of deity and bowed down and worshipped.  Can the religious today miss the activity of Jesus among them?  I fear so.  Perhaps you’ve heard the saying, “If Jesus were to walk into any of our churches, how many would recognize Him?”

How does a calling get perverted?  When I attempt to live it out without daily revelation.  Like Solomon, I must declare that I am but a little child without the wisdom necessary to carry out my monumental God-given assignment.  I know that without prayer, study, and meditation, I won’t have the tools necessary to live successfully.  If I become self-impressed by my education and experience, believing myself to be brilliant enough to figure things out without daily prayer, I will turn into the likes of the Sanhedrin.  Whom I started out to serve will be the One I wound.

Adam and Eve sinned in the garden when they abandoned revelation in favor of knowledge.  By eating of the tree, they decided to study the course of ‘the knowledge of good and evil’ and rule the garden by their intellect.  God’s offer to walk with them in the cool of the morning and give them guidance was abandoned.  They believed their enemy – that they could be like God through eating of the tree – and rule by their own ingenuity.  We’ve been twisting religion ever since.

The places I believe I am the most wise may be the very places I am in most need of Your wisdom.  I come to You as a humble child, once again.  Teach me to rule – your way.  Amen


Where Can You Purchase It?


Lifting up his eyes, then, and seeing that a large crowd was coming toward him, Jesus said to Phillip, “Where shall we buy bread, so that these people may eat?”  John 6:5

Feeding 5,000 hungry people is no small thing.  Because it was in a wilderness, no one had a kitchen to call home base.  There was no open market in the vicinity and even if there was, no one had two hundred day’s wages to buy enough food to feed that many people.  What was the disciple’s solution to the crowd’s hunger?  Send the people away.  I can understand their reasoning, can’t you?  Humanly, that was the only solution.  Make the problem disappear from view.   Continue reading → Where Can You Purchase It?

Wind Behind The Manna


“There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish, but  what are they for so many?”  John 6:9

Jesus’ plan has always been to use His people to do His work.  A boy provided the meal, simple and meager as it was. Jesus touched it and then the disciples distributed it to the people.  The meal would have been nothing without Jesus’ miraculous touch.

Continue reading → Wind Behind The Manna

Not Just One Bite


“Gather the pieces that are left over.  Let nothing be wasted.”  John 6: 12

Jesus fed a crowd of 5,000 with one boy’s lunch.  Each person ate until they were full though it would have been a miracle if each person had gotten just one bite.  In the past, when hearing this story, I often missed that reality.  To further astound the reader, I realize from John’s account that there was food left over! Continue reading → Not Just One Bite

Mis-judged Kingship


Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, withdrew again into the hills by himself.  John.6: 15

After Jesus fed five thousand people, He was so extremely popular that the crowd wanted to hail Him as King.  But Jesus, knowing He had come to die and His Kingdom was not yet of this world, had to withdraw to a private place to escape this public ceremony. Continue reading → Mis-judged Kingship

The Danger Of Miracles


Rabbi, when did you get here?  John 6:25

Jesus intended to go to Capernaum.  Getting there meant crossing a body of water.  The only boat available for passage, however, had left hours ago with His disciples in it.  Jesus is not trapped.  He simply walks on water to join His disciples in the middle of the sea.  Meanwhile, the crowd that He fed the day before with five loaves and two fishes goes to search for Him.  When they find Him in Capernaum they are puzzled and ask, “Rabbi, how did you get here?” Continue reading → The Danger Of Miracles


WRITTEN IN 1997- The year God dismantled my world and started rebuilding me from scratch to the glory of His grace.



I was born in winter and died the same year.

A heart can’t grow in stark sterility.

Any chance of life beneath the ground was frozen and pressed into the cement of frozen soil.


And so winter came and went and though I died, I lived.

I kissed the promise of springtime.

My passion of youth breathed life and tried to join creation in its new beginnings.

But the gentle rain was really a downpour; my seed too fragile to sustain itself.  All hope washed away with floods.

Yet all around me, others grew and survived the rains.  They thrived…and I watched…and lived some more.


Summer’s sun matured all those around me.  They grew tall and strong.

My chance to grow had passed by me; all hope baked by the heat of the sun.

“Fire and heat refines”, I’m told, but for me, it kills.

My process of dying is perpetuated by the deceptive beauty of the seasons.


I rested and finally lay spent in the fall.

Fitting; while everything around me did the same.  I was in sync for a brief moment with the rest of humanity.

I could pretend that I was resting from all the growing; just like them.  But only I knew that my seed of life never gasped its first breath of air.

The autumn gave permission for all of life to rest, stop. They did and I did. But I planned to stop forever.  After all, autumn is the time to die.



I met You, Jesus, in the winter.

Funny, it doesn’t feel like other winters.  The cold blast of air is but a game for two; frostbitten noses ~ connecting playfully.

The winds howl, but I rock in your arms safely, snugly.  The warmth of you spreads throughout my being, thawing frozen parts…making them supple, healthy and pink.


Your breath ushered me into spring ~ effortlessly.  I was a tender chute, tucked into the rich fertile soil;  watered, tended, protected by the watchful eye of You.

The gentle rains came; you stood, watched my roots soak in the moisture.

We tipped our faces to the warm drops and sang to their rhythm.

Moving across the ground in threatening speed, you sheltered me and I felt only raindrops, for you took the storm in my place.

In the resurrection of spring you threw me into the air with careless abandon. I was caught by the wind, propelled by hope, and kissed with promise.


You blessed my life in springtime. I played with you in summer.

You taught me laughter, lazy days, giggling ~ blowing bubbles, flying kites, floating on our backs on a mirrored lake ~roasting marshmallows, napping in a hammock ~ sleeping on a Sunday afternoon with the warm, balmy breezes wafting through the screens on the windows.

During this summer, I did not measure to see if I had grown. I just plain forgot ~ lost in the joy of you and the lessons of being.


I was awed by you in Autumn.  I’m tall, alive, and free.

The many shades and hues of rich earth tones remind me of the richness and colors of your love.

The chill refreshes me and as all around die their natural death I believe in their resurrection; I have lived to see my own.

I finally rest. Not to die as autumn suggests, but to rest and evolve in the company of your heart.

I know a love that transcends all seasons.