“Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior, waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord…” I sang this hymn on Easter as a child and felt the depth of the words. It depicted the last days and events of Holy Week, the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. I felt the blueness of the…
Category: History
Crimson Ribbon of Joy Part 1
“Joy is the serious business of heaven.” CS Lewis Part 1 Under the Yew Tree The autumn air grew chilly as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was that time of day—just past sunset— that falls heavy in the air and everything on land, sea, and sky grows distant and melds into steely gray…
Handel
Handel He never considered for a second the standing ovations, the wild applause, the tears of joy, the years of popular longevity, or the glorious manifest presence of the living God. Tattered velvet slippers shuffling upon the cold stone floor at midnight, he frantically searched by candlelight for inkwell, pen, and paper trying to pace…
Wishing you Mud and Spit
For weeks, the phrase “Here’s to mud in your eye,” kept flooding my mind. Weird, huh? Because it wouldn’t stop rolling up against my cranium, I finally stopped and looked up the meaning.
Oh, to be a Hermit…
… I always wanted to be one — in a modern sense, not the ancient idea — at least I don’t think so… Society today calls a hermit someone who just doesn’t want to be with people all the time — someone who draws strength from being alone and actually loses energy by being in…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 