fear is feathers in the wind unsure where to land and at the mercy of whiffs and puffs maybes and maybe-nots could-bes scared to fall scared to fly scared to uncover the real world yet unknown too many feathers cloud my sight and make it hard to breathe Breath of Spirit, blow your clarity intoContinue reading “When Fear is Feathers in the Wind”
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The Dance of Worship
pum da pum da bum da pum dancing with Bintou balaphones booming dark arms beating out rhythms and tones Bintou’s feet move shuff-ta-shuff-ta shoulders turn to face the fire then swerve to bow to the velvet night my foreign feet try to follow her beat for graceful beat then flip into high gear suddenly whirringContinue reading “The Dance of Worship”
Navigating the Flash Flood
What had been just a ribbon of sludge across the road on the way to the village is now a mass of watery mud covering the road between the bushes. Are we blocked? Is it now too deep? Should we try to carefully creep ahead? What if we sink in a ditch instead? A motorcycleContinue reading “Navigating the Flash Flood”
He Did It!
He did it! The God of the whole world, who loves all of its peoples, he did it! He called, and they heard, and some answered with joy and came! It started with three then added two more – it began in a village nobody would choose as a key place to start. He choseContinue reading “He Did It!”
Ahhhh . . . Africa!
salt waves pummeling your beaches high winds whipping up the sand rainstorms thundering on tin roofs sunbeams bouncing off flat land bulbuls signaling the sunrise lean dogs howling to the moon bat calls beeping in the darkness cattle moaning at high noon hand plows scooping out a corn field pestles pounding grain to flour axesContinue reading “Ahhhh . . . Africa!”
Abba’s Scribe
I am but a scribe, my fingers the feather in your hand, my eyes dependent on the light that you shine on truth and error. I am just your servant, my body the vehicle you sent here, my health the strength you provide to do my service for you and your Kingdom. But I amContinue reading “Abba’s Scribe”
