A Mystery



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“What is this thing called LOVE?” asked Cole Porter in a song.   My thoughts rushed this advent day to Christ’s birth in Bethlehem. 


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A wee baby boy bundled in a blanket

Nursing at Mary’s breast

Eyes not seeing

But heart a ’beating . . .

Oh, how the world’s being blest!


Kings and wise men traveled to the east

Following after a star

Gold and incense

Frankincense and myrrh . . .

All for royalty these are!




Kneeling and praying in Gethsemane

“Father, Thy will be done.”

Spit on and bloodied

Lashed and condemned . . .

Then a cross embraced the Son!


What is this thing called LOVE?!


“For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have eternal life.”  John 3:16

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

Child Praying


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Whatever happened to uncomplicated prayer?  As children we would recite our bedtime prayers:


Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

God bless mommy and daddy

My brothers and sisters

Grandma and grandpa

My doggie and kitty

And all my friends.


And now—

God bless our country

Our leaders

Our churches

Our pastors

Our armed forces

Our courts and judges

Our people

Our homes

Our children

Our culture


I pray for Tiffany, who has brain cancer

Jim, who has leukemia

Bro. Pat with his heart problem

Butch, who is losing his vision

Teresa, who needs a liver transplant

 . . . Etc.

 . . . Etc.


Prayer can be overwhelming at times.  It used to take only a short intense session to lift up all the needs of our hearts.  Nowadays there are so many people with tons of needs and almost daily perilous national and global situations.  It is easy to become numbed and succumbed, isn’t it? 

Perhaps that is where the term prayer warriors came into play, for pray we must.   It is a duty and a most holy privilege.  (Luke 18:1, Romans 8:26, Ephesians 6:18, James 5:13 & 16, 1 Thessalonians 5:17, and 1 Timothy 2:8.) 

Report for duty and embrace this consultation with our Creator.  He awaits our pleadings, hears our cries, and knows our pains.  The Holy Spirit utters our earnest soul-filled prayers. 

And—of course, pray all in the name Jesus! 









open torah scroll


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Isaiah 40:28-31 “Hast thou not known?  Hast thou not heard that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary?  There is no searching of his understanding.  He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.  Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall.  But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”




1.      New strength

2.    New perspective

3.    New energy

4.    New perseverance

Every day is from the Lord.  He is the Giver of life and all within life.

I thank Him for today.  I praise Him for carrying me this far and continue to ask Him to lead me, one day at a time.  I pray for my daily needs and know He is working them out.  I thank Him for His provisions in all aspects of my life. 

Every day He lays out His riches to me and nurtures me and guides me to choose the right tools for today.

In His name, with His name, and by His name I humbly pray.  Amen.

As the Wind Blows



As the Wind Blows

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Nicodemus, teacher
Order of the Pharisees
Sanhedrin member
Rabbi (master of Israel)


Dear Nicodemus:

This letter confirms our conversation last night regarding eternal life. You questioned my statement that a person cannot enter heaven without being born again. You wanted evidence that a person can be born again after he’s grown. As a Pharisee, a rabbi and teacher, you don’t comprehend this?

I explained to you that one must be born of the Spirit, not a rebirth from the womb. Being born of the flesh is a physical birth; being born of the Spirit is a spiritual birth. There is a touch from God framing the spiritual birth which is granted to anyone who believes in the Son of man. He descended from heaven and will return to heaven, evidence for the passage of regeneration for everyone who believes in Him.

You have heard me preach of earthly things yet you don’t believe them. How will you have faith in what I tell you of heavenly things? Moses lifted up the brass serpent that represented the sins of Israel; everyone who looked on it was healed. So will the Son of man be lifted up for everyone to see and believe in, and they shall have eternal life. God loved everyone so much that He put upon the Son of Man the sins of the world. He was lifted up on Calvary for all to see and believe. Those who have faith in Him will not perish but have everlasting life in heaven.

You see, Nicodemus, God didn’t send his Son into the world to condemn everyone but to save them. They condemn themselves if they do not believe in the name of the only Son of God. In all reality, this is the truth:  light has come into the world to save the souls of everyone. But people love the darkness, as it covers the evil deeds they don’t want discovered. Those that live good lives are drawn to the light because their deeds will be shown to be of God.

The wind blows where it wishes, Nicodemus. Even though you can’t tell where the sound comes from, listen to it, as it is from the Spirit. Believe in it and be born again, this time of the Spirit, and you will have eternal life.


(Paraphrased from John 3:1-21) (jew)


Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart

Text: George Croly, 1780-1860
Music: Frederick C. Atkinson, 1841-1897
Tune: MORECAMBE, Meter: 10 10.10 10


Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;

Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;

Stoop to my weakness, mighty as thou art,

And make me love thee as I ought to love.


I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,

No sudden rending of the veil of clay,

No angel visitant, no opening skies;

But take the dimness of my soul away.


Has thou not bid me love thee, God and King?

All, all thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind.

I see thy cross; there teach my heart to cling.

O let me seek thee, and O let me find.


Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh;

Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.

To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,

Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.


Teach me to love thee as thine angels love,

One holy passion filling all my frame;

The kindling of the heaven-descended Dove,

My heart an altar, and thy love the flame.

Why All the Hurtin’ Lord?





Lord, Why All the Hurtin’?
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( A song I wrote shortly after a friend called to say her mother had died. I have written the score for it also. )

A friend of mine just called to say
That her dear mama died.
I heard her words of sorrow, Lord,
And hung my head and cried:


Lord, why all the hurtin’?
Lord, why all the hurtin’?
So much in life is painful, Lord,
So hear my prayer tonight.

I know your angels took her mom
Home to be with you;
My friend is lost and weary, Lord,
She needs to know this too.

This friend of mine, so full of love,
She just shines, she just shines…
So help her through this bad time, Lord,
For she’s a friend of mine.

I love this friend so very much,
It hurts me so I cry.
I lie awake alone at night,
Just wond’ring, wond’ring why.

Lord, why all the hurtin’?
Lord, please stop the hurtin’?
So much in life is painful, Lord,
Please hear my prayer tonight.

Rise, O Lord

baby donkey


Oh God, be Thou exalted over my possessions.

Nothing of earth’s treasures shall seem dear unto me if only thou art glorified in my life.

Be thou exalted over my friendships.

I am determined that thou shalt be above all, though I must stand deserted and alone in the midst of the earth.

Be thou exalted above my comforts.

Though it mean the loss of bodily comforts and the carrying of heavy crosses, I shall keep my vow made this day before thee.

Be thou exalted over my reputation.

Make me ambitious to please thee even if as a result I must sink into obscurity and my name be forgotten as a dream.

Rise, O Lord, into thy proper place of honor, above my ambitions, above my likes and dislikes, above my family, my health, and even my life itself.

Let me decrease that thou mayest increase, let me sink that thou mayest rise above.

Ride forth upon me as thou didst ride into Jerusalem mounted upon the humble little beast, a colt, the foal of an ass, and let me hear the children cry to thee, “Hosanna in the highest.”

~Prayer of A. W. Tozer