There is an opened heaven, a stairway ascending, won through bloody battles of prevailing prayer. I felt the prayers of the saints, past and present, as I wandered Savannah’s gardens. My faith grew there among the mighty oaks—deeply rooted, moss-draped branches, their taproots sinking into rich Southern soil—still faintly stained by the scars of war,…
Category: History
“…Scent of Death…”
“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…
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.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 