But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. –Amos 5:24 (ESV) Alice was running on raw adrenaline. Her perfect evening had been shattered in ways she never dreamed possible. The twins were to go to visit grandparents, the baby had a sitter, and Hal was due in at the airport.… Continue reading Ever Flowing Streams
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Out of the Rebellious Woods
Alice’s heart was breaking. The tears still welling up. Her head felt as though it were fed by bubbling springs. The matter in the police station was able to be cleared up, at least for Randall, but Zack had some serious explaining to do. Where was that child? Hal was to begin his vacation. He… Continue reading Out of the Rebellious Woods
Word from a Prophet
An Acrostic Persecution for doing right, against idols, graven; put through famine, the desert, fed by ravens. Rushing fast into certain death, the end remains; Revelation from God encourages, sustains. Obedience is rewarded, and the mantle is to pass; On to another. Relief comes at last. Power from God, though undeserved; Protects his weak nation,… Continue reading Word from a Prophet
What Gives You the Right
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Randal powered off the mower, and gave his ears a break from the noisy machine. His thoughts focused on the tall, ice cold, glass of water that he imagined waited for him in the house. Mowing the lawn was supposed to be Zack’s job, but his twin brother had… Continue reading What Gives You the Right
Feels Like Sanctuary
Summer time. ‘This is my time of the year.’ Thought Zack. ‘I can wear what I like. cut off Shorts from old blue jeans, tank tops, and my favorite sneakers. Grungy, dirty, stinky, and nobody cares how they look. I can do what I want.’ “Ted!” Zack shouted as he saw his friend round the… Continue reading Feels Like Sanctuary
Letter to the Future, and Those Who May Care
Nobody wants to hear what I think. At least that’s what I tell myself. Maybe it’s true, so for what it’s worth consider this a letter to the future. A letter for those who might actually care. My grandma used to write letters on tape. She was blind, and we would listen to the news… Continue reading Letter to the Future, and Those Who May Care