A mystical dream comes in sleep.
A black storm fills a sturdy reservoir. As the storm rages on, hope for mercy has become a hollow fantasy. Its winds destroy the innocent and powerless.
Time will stop.
Powerful barriers surround the proud, vain and arrogant. They know no storm can bring them down. The shadows hide their evil. Final victory will come soon.
Time has stopped.
In the darkest night, a dazzling power strikes with fury against the center of a hidden world.
Time starts again.
The reservoir descends into an abyss. A cataclysm collapses the barriers and washes away their filth. The night and its storm are over.
The mystery is complete. New vistas fill eyes with hope and joy.
Wake to see the sun rise on the horizon of a new world.
I wish a falling star
would light that perfect candle.
Its wick would consume the darkness
and its fragrance perfume the night.
Faith does not regret its weakness
because its firm foundation is hope.
Our horizons are lighted by its joy
and its love glows all around us.
Each war must end one day
despite their evil power.
If rulers bare their steely eyes,
let our light blind their stare.
The swords of love and faith
can cut them from the story.
They should have no page to find
when history’s book is seen.
We have the tools to light that candle.
We have the pens to write the story.
We have love.
We have faith.
We have joy.
We have hope.
Dear Jimmy Carter,
Although the world loves its money and power, I believe the prayers of a child are a better guide. When they sing, they have no fear. When they hope, how can we explain the hate?
The boy from Cyprus can love a girl from Bogota. The child in Zanzibar could kiss the elders of Harbin.
To find a new world is all they ask: A world where children cry out of love and compassion and not sorrow or fear. It is a world that we can give them. Let no one take it away.
May God bless you this day!
The question of the day is “is the glass almost empty or is it almost full?”
The lens that identified a glass as half empty or half full hardly seems relevant. Such subtle semantic differences don’t matter in the Spectacular Age we are in.
I noticed a bumper sticker today. “Refugees Welcome” with the outline of Indiana. I suggested to a friend that it was really a good message. My friend was concerned that we’re running out and can’t afford such people.
It made me think about how much American perceptions are disassociated.
One can look at the glass and see that it is almost full. We have enough creativity, dedication, courage and hope to solve the problems facing the world.
Or, one can see an almost empty glass. The government is too expensive, the cost of doing business is excessive, society is about to collapse and only radical action can help.
I don’t know how to find a way to pour from my almost full glass to help relieve the thirst of the almost empty glasses. Do you?
When the Bible talks about idols of gold and silver, does that have any application to us now?
Is our money a modern-day form of idol? I’ve heard people talk about the almighty dollar, so that makes me wonder.
We don’t make golden calves or set up altars to baal on the mountain tops, but it’s worth reviewing whether there are modern forms of idolatry just as sinful.
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