• Photo by Илья Мельниченко on Unsplash
    Meditations,  Poetry

    Dreams to Hold

    Raindrops fall on spikes of grass in silver pellets. Thunder rolls and lightning dances in a grey-swept sky Casting shadows through the pane. Mingling in the sounds of nature, there is a solemn promise. In the whispers of the wind, a Voice can be heard. “Be still and know…” Because of Him, we are free to live, At liberty to run and catch the heart hopes He has given. “Fear not…” His hands are reaching for us to grasp. His love is holding us securely every moment. “I will be with you…” And He is. The dreams He gives are more than phantoms. They are real, because He is alive.…

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    Journeys,  Meditations

    The Veil – Let’s Go

    As a child, I was always fascinated by veils…with exotic places, covering faces, and then there was the Veil of the Temple. In my mind, a veil is a flimsy, diaphanous piece of elegant cloth that floats in the wind, conforming itself to whatever it is near. When Jesus died, the Veil was torn from top to bottom. This veil was nothing like I imagined. It was a piece of densely woven carpet that was at least 4 inches thick and 45 feet tall . It was ripped starting at the top. The top. No ladder. Today, I’d like to focus intently on the word “tear”, or “torn”, as in:…