Myths
Fairy Tales
and doctrines
Why does faith like a child
need to be any more complicated than calling upon the name of the Lord
The Saved One’s Prayer
confessing the Lord with one’s mouth
Creed
and believing in one’s heart that God raised Him from the dead?
He Died For Me And For You
The Holy One Died, But He Did Not See Decay
He Is Risen! He Is Risen Indeed!
Why does seeking to know one’s Lord need to be any more urgent than being still
Let’s Pretend To Be Ents!
musing on His invisible attributes — His eternal power and divine nature —
Eternity And Time
The Knowledge of God And Of His Son
Pauper And King, And Where They Meet
and asking Him to purify one’s mind and take it captive to Him?
The Beauty Of Alzheimer’s
The Beauty condescended
Why does seeking to order one’s loves as the Lord commanded
LOVE, Loves, And Their Proper Divine Order
require anything more than desiring to see the face of Him
who loves more supremely and sacrificially than any other
Jason’s Prayer
and sincerely answering to the best of one’s ability the question He asked,
“Who do you say that I AM?”
Who Are You, Lord?
Why when seeking to stand on as firm a foundation
as one believes with all their heart to have been revealed
He Is
He Is Holy
He Is Man
and when seeking to understand how one is made in the image of His Lord
The Image Of God
one is surprised by a joyous vision of who He is
what He has done and what He will do
A Parable For The Blind
why should that one not proclaim and sing His praises
to the utmost without fear or restraint?
Now Is The Time
I do not have the inspiration of a poet and a psalmist like King David,
nor that of a prophet like Isaiah or an apostle like John, Peter, or Paul.
Nor do I have the skill of a theologian who can systematize in many volumes
the perfection of knowledge he understands about His Lord.
I cannot even begin to imagine and tell a transcendent myth or fairy tale
like Tolkien or Lewis that captivates the wonder of a child, young or old.
The workings of a mind like that of Handel or Bach to compose and sing
with angelic beauty a new song and hymn of praise is a mystery so complete.
How can visions flow forth with such grandeur from the minds and through the hands of a Rembrandt or a da Vinci on to canvas or hewn stone?
Such talent is so far, far beyond me.
So I do what I can to plainly declare the Good, the Beauty, and the Truth
I see revealed by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in His Holy Scriptures.
This is the best I can do thus far to paint a simple picture with words
in my poor attempt to share the pearl of great price over which I rejoice.
May the words of my mouth
And the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD
My Rock and my Redeemer