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"The spell must be unwound, bit by bit…" C.S. Lewis

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randamir

randamir

I pastor Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina which locals fondly refer to as K-vegas -- the town not the church. As D.T. Niles once said, "I am not important except to God."

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#pentecost by Jean Restout le jeune (1692–1768) Oil on canvas 1732 and a #sonnet for the same.... ... Suddenly, like a mighty, rushing wind, Love fell upon us as fire and flame, Winding and binding, empowering to send Us to the nations proclaiming his Name. The exalted Name, above all others, The only Name by which one may be saved Whose salvation unites, makes enemies brothers Whose dying gives life, frees the enslaved. Light and Life a crystal river flowing Effulgence, increase, pours, spilling over Enwraps, enfolding as a breeze blowing Wells up in love as beloved and lover. Falling fire in tongues, Babel's blather breaks With word of the Word whose voice Kadesh shakes.
Whelp, I’ve apparently achieved Dad-Boss-Level aka fashion sense.
A #sonnet for #ascensionthursday ... Why leave us below after rising, rise? Why fly away with so much undone? Speechless with sadness, we stare at the sky Answers blurred by our tears as clouds, the sun. Ascending up into heaven he takes, Our embodied resurrection into Unlocking the door to the Ancient of Days, The Treasure to whom all treasure is due. Though our Lord is now by clouds hidden He hides us in him that nothing separate Neither rust, nor thief, even death unbidden May remove him from us, alienate. And more, if he goes he will at last send The Counselor, Fire, the Living Wind. #acts1:11 #ascensionthursday. artwork: James Tissot (1836–1902), The Ascension; between 1886 and 1894; opaque watercolor over graphite on gray wove paper
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Below you will find Soundcloud recordings of poems collected as playlists according to the church season or book of the Bible from which they are based.

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