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The Whole Earth
This is a spoken-word piece meditating on the cry of the seraphim in Isaiah 6 who cry, “Holy, Holy, Holy! The whole earth is full of his glory.” The whole earth is full of his glory; Every person, every place, was Made for the story of the fullness of His…
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The Gold of Evening
There is a kind of poetry for fall which are often referred to as as autumnals. Here is one such. You may listen to me read the poem via the link below. As the sun sets behind her further shore, The Gold of Evening ricochets Off the rippled surface of…
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Saints Day
As Fall has come, and as we move to All Saints/All Souls Days, I have been thinking about church members and friends who have died. One such date came yesterday. My wife and I spruced up a flower bed in which a plaque had been placed and in whose honor…
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The Incense
This sonnet is based on Isaiah 6:1-8, and is part of a new series on Isaiah titled, Full of His Glory. I have always been brought up a bit short by the coal touching Isaiah’s lips and his subsequent eagerness to be sent. I can’t get over how painful I…
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Doesn’t Look Like Much
This past Sunday was the first time the church had physically gathered for worship and the Lord’s Supper. It was a morning of expectation, and I sensed deep appreciation among those gathered for the opportunity, and our worship was full of gratitude. Yet, there was a tinge of sadness. Our…
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