Blessed Gifts…
When I was a young boy the anticipation and excitement leading up to Christmas morning, the day when we get to open and share gifts, was insatiable. For me as a child, the receivin
In Thy Dark Streets Shineth…
A year ago I wrote and sang of dimmed, and in many ways, lights turned out altogether, but more purposefully the fervent hope that one day the lights would be turned on again. It w
Family — In the Faces of Children…
I have long enjoyed looking into the faces of my children, and now my grandchildren, and seeing the seeds, remnants, the countenances of my loved ones passed, in the faces of my de
The Heavens are Open…
When I was a child I belonged to a church group called primary. It was an afterschool program provided for children under the age of 12 where we learned the stories of Jesus, about
Scripto: A Searcher of God’s Word…
I have long held a deep love for the scriptures. I always loved to hear the stories of Jesus healing, and holding the little children, and prophets of old building arks, parting se