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…

Confessions of a Desperate Heart

I am always moved and convicted when I read the sayings of the Desert Fathers. Those monastical, earthly saints inspire my spiritual life to greater heights. They lived in desert caves away from worldly wiles to know their Creator and Beloved Savior in His suffering of death and joy of resurrection. Their sacrifices allowed them…

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.