“Genesis is simply a book of poetry.” “First and Second Samuel are historical fiction.” __________________________________ Where do you think you might expect to hear the above statements? In a discussion with another individual about the authenticity of the Bible? During a debate on the same subject? On a college campus? Probably all of the above. … More How’s that College Bible Class?
I didn’t plan to write about trees. It just so happens I saw a poem about willow trees on a website, and a corresponding article about willow trees and aspirin, which prompted me to write about willow trees here. I happened to come across a poem (posted near the end, below) which referenced maple trees, plus it’s also maple … More Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting
I grew up near a golf course with graceful, majestic willow trees on the edge of the property. The golf course and the trees were just around the block and I loved looking at those beautiful trees. It was private property and it was also a golf course, so it was not an area … More The Willow Tree
“This is a strange place” This is a strange place and I would be lost were it not for all the others who have been here before me. It is the alien space of your absence. It has been called, by some, the dark night of the soul. But it is absence of dark as … More This is a Strange Place (by Madeleine L’Engle)
For He satisfies the longing soul, And fills the hungry soul with goodness. ~ Psalm 107:9 (NKJV) I’m thinking about this verse… I read it in various translations, but I do like the one above. The NIV says this: for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. ~ Psalm 107:9 (NIV) … More The Hungry Soul
I started writing a few stories of what it was like to grow up as a child of immigrant parents in the U.S. I wrote about the very beginnings here, a tale of a cat here, and another story from elementary school here. I’ll pick up where I left off and continue with another story … More A Story About Hair
Awake (poem) nowhere safe—sunlight seeps, permeates crevices— deep corners awake © prasanta 2/2017 * Picture taken on a hike in the Black Mountain, NC area. Black Mountain is part of the Appalachian Mountain Range extending from the Blue Ridge.
I wrote about Armando Valladares last week, and surprisingly, a few days ago, I found out my son had read his book, Against All Hope, a couple of years ago. My son was practicing an intro for one of his speeches, I was listening/critiquing, and I was surprised to hear Valladares’ name come up. He doesn’t … More Beauty, Silence, Suffering…
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The Day is Done By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling … More The Day is Done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
A scarlet thread Burns long, thin Intersecting Sunday And the corner Of my heart– Hungry for red I know the thread, The very one It pulls me to your neck Unfolds like silk I pull string taut Tie knot So needle won’t slip Yet seam rips Knot unties A few crimson threads Fall to the … More Scarlet Thread (poem)
A few months ago, in October, I participated in something called “write31”, which is essentially a link-up for anyone who wanted to blog each day during the month of October. I blogged daily, writing a series on communication. I don’t think anyone else on that link-up list even noticed I joined the link-up, which is fine, … More Writing Every Day
I read an article recently that I cannot forget. It is the true story of a man named Armando Valladares who was sent to prison under Castor’s reign in Cuba. He was arrested in 1960 at the age of 23, and given a thirty year sentence. He was offered “political rehabilitation” during his prison … More “Inkblood and Letters”-writing from prison
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew … More The Journey (by Mary Oliver)
Horizon: Drawing Lines If you draw a line there And I draw a line here What do we draw beneath and above ourselves Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here Can we rest under the same shade We see one another, … More Horizon (poems)
Years ago, in college, I made a very detailed list of new year’s resolutions. I was going through a discipleship program at the time, and had divided up my life in 4-5 categories (spiritual, social, etc.) and selected a theme verse and listed out my goals, or resolutions, or areas of improvement, in each of … More Do You Make Resolutions?
We were out on the softball field for gym class. In the outfield, no one else could hear our conversation, way out of earshot of the teacher on duty. My classmate turned to me, hatred and bitterness seething in her eyes. It was another typical hot, sunny, Southern day. I could feel the red … More Go Back
“Justice is the grammar of things. Mercy is the poetry of things.” ~ Frederick Buechner * *
image source Presence Like snowflakes that softly fall, so is my love for you, landing gently around you, enveloping you like a cloud, a covering of white. You will feel me, not as a coldness, as the real snow of a real winter, or like the breath of this world, with its … More Presence (poem)
I love the world of speech and debate. I love the tournaments. I love seeing the students all dressed up in their professional attire and walking from room to room, presenting their different speeches. The speeches are inspiring and excellent. I love listening to debate rounds. I love this whole thing. I would have eaten … More Skills Learned in Debate
I’m reading a book called Prayer, written by O. Hallesby. It’s been a few years since I read a book on prayer (and I think I’ve only read maybe a few books ever on this topic). My daughter’s team is reading and discussing this book on their mission trip in Nepal, which is how I … More Prayer by O. Hallesby (quotes)
Yesterday afternoon, I attended Milwaukee’s 33rd annual Martin Luther King, Jr.’s Birthday Celebration in the downtown performing arts center. I am not sure if the art, writing, and speech contests have been going on for that long, but the city has been celebrating his birthday that long. Other than Atlanta, no other city has officially been … More Quotes from MLK, Jr.
Ski I am deliberating: to ski or not to ski Lifts ensure an effortless climb up the hill Onward glide, but careful not to overdo Venturing down may require a little improv Every turn, take slow, then accelerate Yield, glissade, scatter snow in a flurry Orchestrate a rhythm, a tempo Unloose and fly – … More Ski (poem)
Today, I am including a blog post written by my daughter, which she wrote for her missions team blog. She is on a medical missions trip in Nepal for three weeks with a group of nursing and pre-med students. Her team is blogging each day, with the students taking turns writing the posts and also … More A Note From a Mission Trip
When I was 19, I saw the Taj Mahal. I flew to India with my 14-year-old brother. I still am surprised sometimes my parents let us fly around the world by ourselves and trusted me to be his chaperone. Relatives in North India took care of us once we arrived and showed us around, so it … More At Age Nineteen (and other random thoughts)
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring … More Ring Out, Wild Bells (by Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Snow-Fall A single snowflake Floats weightless, airy But millions of flakes falling Land heavy, bring a roof crashing down Branches bend Dip underneath heavy snow Crack and break Descend on a cold hard ground In the stillness of night, do you hear The echo piercing the silence, splitting The earth from sky? Do you seek the … More Snow-Fall (poem)
The very first Christian music I ever bought was Amy Grant’s. After nearly 20 years (has it really been that long?), she recently released a Christmas album. I have not listened to that one yet, and I heard that a major retailer decided not to carry her album because it wasn’t “Christian enough”. Whatever their decision, … More Christmas Music
Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem, 2 saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” 3 When Herod the king … More Wise Men and Journeys
God makes a promise in Genesis after Adam and Eve sin: And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel. ~ Genesis 3:15 The promise spoken about in Isaiah is fulfilled in Jesus: For … More Christmas Eve (by Christina Rossetti)