Called To This?

I have not been “called” to this. The easy chair. (Or the easy crowd.) Though I confess? (There are days I wish I were.) Simply put God has called me to the Prodigal-Church. Yeah, you know. The ones referred to as: The Messy-misfits. The Raucous-runaways. The Wrecked and Wounded. The ones who have heard it…

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Part I ~ THE PLACE

  Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit; though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren; even if the flocks die in the fields and the cattle barns are empty… Was there ever a more apt description of a place of dead dreams?…

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A Caterpillar’s Lament

A little worm All drab and brown Is all I’ll ever be. But oh, The dreams inside of me That no one else can see. Though every day My life is spent Down in the mud below. I long with all my heart and soul Up to the clouds to go. To rise above On…

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