At least, I think their daisies, and I don’t know what else to call them.
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walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
Recent Song selections for church, the Evening Service: Thy Word Have I Hid in my Heart Be Thou My Vision Teach Me Thy Way O Lord The Bible Stands Standing On The Promises
People aren’t given over to lyrical and whimsical poetic response often enough. Goodness know I don’t. My thoughts are a bit scattered, so I offer you scattered bits of poetry unfinished, and welcome you to do what your fancy bids with them. in small moments i sit in my bedroom window thinking about how the world is so small how in the matter of a single still moment the choice that you make could alter it all what if while praying in the garden that night Jesus had spoken My will and not Thine had He refused to give up…
More About Fear This is the continuation of the essay started below. Forgive the poor composition. I don’t have time to think through it more thoroughly. Comments are welcome, spelling, grammer corrections, also welcome. Fear is an emotion that feeds off the intesity of our desires, and is dependant of how much and who or what we trust. When the disciples ran to Christ on the ship, they were afraid because they valued their lives and did not want to loose it, yet they did not trust Christ to protect them. Fear isn’t intrinsically bad. It is a valuable indicator…
A stream in Forest Park on an Autumn day.
When the disciples found themselves fighting a storm so much bigger than them, on a sea enraged by the screaming wind, they were afraid. They ran to Jesus, who was sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the boat, and woke Him crying out for help.When Peter first put his feet over the edge of the boat and felt the surface of the water hold him, he must have felt a sense of wonder. But when he took his eyes off Jesus he let the overwhelming sense of reality make him afraid and he started to sink.Each day, the world over,…
A Street in SF
What Does It Mean to Forgive? During a discussion at the pastors house last sunday, the topic of forgiveness came up. The speaker for our missions conference made the statement that you are only commanded to forgive if the offender repents. Sounds wrong doesn’t it. Try looking it up in scripture. I reference Luke 17:3-4 specifically. I’ve thought about this a bit, and I want to say that he is right. You would want to make this distinction though,and not get caught up in the semantics of the word. He’s not saying you have freedom to get bitter. Forgiveness isn’t…
A Portrait He doesn’t like the idea of folding. Somehow, it means that he has lost, even though to continue on means risking more and more. Its possible it has something to do with pride. Not willing to admit that he has failed, or that his efforts weren’t good enough. It means admitting that you made bad choices early on, that you were ignorant, that you were unprepared. He feels like life is like that sometimes, like a poker game I mean. Each round having to decide if those he plays with are telling the truth, having to hide his…
The Golden Gate BRidge from the east side looking West.
For all you out there who want to give me a nickel… you know who you are…
Fireflies and whippoorwills On summer nights of yesteryear Bring to mind the thoughts so dear Stored away in precious nooks And kept in secret far from sight Till in the evening late at night With giggles and smiles and furtive looks You share with those who mean the most And by your sharing bind them close To the secret places of your heart
New poem, Bind Them Close Fireflies and whippoorwills On summer nights of yesteryear Bring to mind the thoughts so dear Stored away in precious nooks And kept in secret far from sight Till in the evening late at night With gigles and smiles and furtive looks You share with those who mean the most And by your sharing bind them close To the secret places of your heart
The Golden Gate Bridge from the east side looking North
Autumn inspires me. No other season has so many reminders for me of God’s and his gloriousness. A new poem, The Wonder of His Might.
I felt the cold autumn breeze kiss my face last night While pausing to consider the enormity of the evening sky A great joy rose up then inside my beating heart And in the midst of my joy I cried out in gratitude I took a deep breath and I determined with fortitude To seek out the joy of His presence and never depart And to return to that place beneath the evening sky Where once I was reminded of the wonder of His might
A sea gull flying over SF bay. taken while we were on the cruise.
A sea gull in flight over SF bay
A sea gull on pier one
Another report from Uganda Dear Friends in Christ, Not much to report. 7 killed north of Soroti near Katakwi by a land mine. Some of our missionary team will be going into Soroti tomorrow to check on things. I will be off line until Saturday. We are trying to negotiate for a place to restart Life Radio in Mbarara while we have to be out of Soroti. People come every day asking when it will be back on the air. We didn’t realize how much of an impact it was having. Pray that we can get the right place and…