From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen.
Christmas is a happy time
With loved ones near;
God must feel sad to have
Another Christmas come
With so many of His children,
So content down here.
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A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
Give the Creator the credit that’s due. Shine forth Distant galaxies Glowing nebulas Giant stars Blackest holes. Go out Angels bright Seraphim flashing Winds blowing Flames burning. Since God is the maker, the builder, designer, Our lifegiver, ruler, sustainer, refiner. Learn of him Scientist Physicist Astronomer Chemist Tell of him Historian Sociologist Theologian Philosopher Give the creator the…
There is, says Paul … Neither Jew nor Greek yet they have different histories different ways of life different languages different cultures Neither slave nor free yet they still have different backgrounds different economic status different concerns different ways of living. Neither male nor female yet we have different physiologies different psychologies different interests different…
One of the features of my Sunday School class is that we try to respond to the lesson of the day in the form of art, poetry, and stories. So what does one do with Ephesians 2 in terms of art? I like to experiment, so I read up on Haiku (English forms) and decided…
I saw God’s shape in tall oak tree in lovely flower in rising sun flowing stream mountain high ocean wide when lightning glows and lightens dark night sky. I saw God’s shape in falling branch in faded bloom in setting sun raging flood volcanic blast hurricane when lightning strikes and splits and burns and kills….
A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
Give the Creator the credit that’s due. Shine forth Distant galaxies Glowing nebulas Giant stars Blackest holes. Go out Angels bright Seraphim flashing Winds blowing Flames burning. Since God is the maker, the builder, designer, Our lifegiver, ruler, sustainer, refiner. Learn of him Scientist Physicist Astronomer Chemist Tell of him Historian Sociologist Theologian Philosopher Give the creator the…
There is, says Paul … Neither Jew nor Greek yet they have different histories different ways of life different languages different cultures Neither slave nor free yet they still have different backgrounds different economic status different concerns different ways of living. Neither male nor female yet we have different physiologies different psychologies different interests different…
One of the features of my Sunday School class is that we try to respond to the lesson of the day in the form of art, poetry, and stories. So what does one do with Ephesians 2 in terms of art? I like to experiment, so I read up on Haiku (English forms) and decided…
I saw God’s shape in tall oak tree in lovely flower in rising sun flowing stream mountain high ocean wide when lightning glows and lightens dark night sky. I saw God’s shape in falling branch in faded bloom in setting sun raging flood volcanic blast hurricane when lightning strikes and splits and burns and kills….
A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
