Deeper Furrow

  Hebrews 3      I live at 2015 South Nicollet Street.   Sioux City, Ia.   It’s a big house.   It has three entry doors, two of which have accesses guaranteed by a numeric code on the lock.   I decide who is invited and who is shunned.   In the event my home is intruded upon, I will call the police to forcefully evict the perpetrator.      God is similar.   He, according to metaphor, has built a house.   He has marked the door and proclaimed the only safe entry would be through His Son.   Not through a window, rather all must bow to be invited and meet the usual greeting under the Door’s frame.   Blood be upon the exterior lintels.   The guest must recognize the liking and adhere to the conditions set forth.   It is said, “All who call upon the name of the Lord will be saved.”   Therefore, everyone who enters must confess whose blood was shed.   God has His rules.   Tho...

  No Surprises      Rain on the living room window just as she said.   Time is measured change.   Where there is no change, there is no time.   God never changes.   He is above time since it is His creation.      Before the garden, He ordained time and commissioned her to scribe the change He commenced for our good.   Upon a written record, we delve in to understand His dance with this elusive thing.   However, take to account He is the one who leads.   Time simply follows His steps.      Wouldn’t we all like to know the future?   Taking all fear and anxiety away, seeing beyond the bend would certainly be our fix, right?   Hardly.   God knows.   He holds our frailty as feathers in a breeze.   He rewards those who diligently seek Him.   Hence, He uncovers mysteries for those in deep standing with Him.   Willing to traverse the river, a firm footing ...

                                                                                       For His Purpose      My daughter cut her right hand on a broken glass while doing dishes today.  She received immediate medical help by technicians and a first aid kit.  Bandage on and tears stopped, she commenced to eating lunch with her non-dominant hand.      Batter up!  Today, Grandpa and Dad took over the dish routine.  Many glass glasses awaited their turn in the soapy plunge.   Plastic glasses, also aligned, took their place in the moderate deluge.  I was reminded about God.  He makes a difference.  Praise God.  He knows His own.    ...

  His Promise “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” Romans 10:13   “And to Seth, to him also there was born a son; and he called his name Enos: then began men to call upon the name of the Lord.” And to Abram: “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all the families of the earth be blessed.” “Unto the place of the altar, which he had made there at the first: and there Abram called on the name of the LORD.” “And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the LORD shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be delivered, as the LORD hath said, and in the remnant whom the LORD shall call.” “That by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us:”   This hope is written on my mother’s gravestone.   I seek to honor her...

  The Calling Of Motherhood      Not an easy job, cause its more than a job.   When the timeclock ends, they are there way past the bell.   God will reward.   He will give favor.   For those that nurture in hope, His eye is upon.   Do not think your efforts go unnoticed.   He sees your dedication.   He knows your plight.      Child rearing is just that.   As pigs in the pasture, they must be corralled by force at times.   Stubborn noses dig and thrust uprooting all that is made in order.   So are children in their vile natures.   Shepherd of the sheep?   No, farmer in the mud.      They take.   They laugh.   They break.   They call for another.   Mothers in mercy take punches, not throwing it back at them.   They come to challenge your resolute.   The trials they produce show and refine your character.   Failing, crossing y...

  I Miss Her      Coming to the flatscreen once again that my words may encourage me, I seek to understand my ailment.   Emotional flatlining has gotten me kicking the can wondering if I am wanted.   My condition is new to this time, but I have experienced it before.      It’s a sunken, hollow feeling.   Like a caged mold holds up my existing being.   I am the sum of my works but warmth has left.   A shell having only use for what I can perform.   Papyrus as a wasp nest, fragile in its structure.   A boot threatens to squash it.      I am a chemically driven man.   Under the care of a psychiatrist, my feelings are in manual mode.   Many  pills undergird my helm.   Others calm the waves.   Even others congeal the cold waters that they do not lap my sides.   Yet, the air breezes across my bow.   A sun is hidden and clouds hide warmth once enjoyed. ...