This is the last of the seven I Am statements in John. It’s also my last post before the Bible Bee locals test on Saturday. Throughout John, Jesus has revealed more and more of who He is. He is the Word, God incarnate. He is the Life, shining into the …
//This was the first of my three major poems last year, and it’s still one of my favorites. I was actually trying to write song lyrics, but then I found out I have no idea how to do that; anyway, that’s the reason for the weird formatting.// Over hills, over trees, …
They didn’t know the destination, How then could they know the way? But, “In My Father’s house are many rooms, I go there to prepare a place.” And the way to the Father is by a cross, And crucifixion of the grave. Caught in hurricanes of doctrine, Floods of words without …
We looked up from our labors here From dirt and flowers and bright smells Looked up in sudden terror and fear As the heavens above began to tremble And you knew that your world could never be the same. And the stars exploded in flaming rents Across the fathomless dark …
“In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men.” Her brother was dead. The only One who could have saved Him had come – too late. “If you had been here,” she said, “my brother would not have died. And even now,” she added, “I know that …
I recently realized that I like to use my short stories not only to explore themes and character, but also to experiment with different narrative techniques. So I thought it would be fun to do a story written from the second person point of view. Hope you enjoy it! Any …
“The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.” The psalm is such a beautiful, timeless portrayal of the Lord’s love and care for His children – from the green pastures and quiet waters to rod and the staff to the overflowing cup. The author was king David himself; a …
//I wrote this a few days ago in response to all the tragic deaths that have been in the news lately. Pray for our country.// Wonder why The blood of innocents and heathens runs Together in a river to the sea – The waves lift up their aching voice in …
//So I decided to do a poem for this one. What do you think?// It was only a wardrobe Until she stepped through the door Out of lonely faded grandeur into Snow-white lamplight And it was only a stable Till they were dragged through the door From fire stricken darkness …
So… This is my first book review! I heard of Pendragon’s Heir first through a review on Schuyler’s blog (where she put it a great deal more eloquently than I can, but oh well); and now I finally got a chance to read it. About the Book (From Goodreads) Blanche Pendragon enjoys her undemanding …
