Tag: faith
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A Poem (the love of God)
O fierce and captivating love of God, drive the wind like hope leaping through the riot of the temporal realms of mortal blood, go crash the oceans with strong bounding waves and energise where the waters are quiet; dance on grassy hills and sing in the caves, lend solid rock to the old crumbling mountains,…
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A Vow Tested: A short story part 6
Chapter 6 The rest of the journey to Ninidom was smooth and they arrived without further delay or incident. However upon entry, they found the mayor had decreed the city to fast and pray in sackcloth and ashes for three days by demand of a vagabond prophet who claimed for certain shameless sins they were…
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A Vow Tested: A short story part 4
Chapter Four Upon entrance of the Glorious Chub it could be noted the interior did not match up to the attractive quality of the exterior, quite the opposite in fact. The seats were worn with scruffy cushions, the tables were shabby, dirty, and sticky, the carpet was blotchy with an assortment of congealed stains seeming…
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A Vow Tested: A short story part 2
Chapter Two ‘So the turn we have to take is three miles from the path straight from the crossroads,’ said Gamallio as they went, ‘we have to be able to figure out when we are at the crossroads then, and not just walk straight and miss it, so we can estimate three miles from that…
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A Thought on Beauty
By natural accord humans want to worship what is beautiful; there’s something profound about beauty. God is beautiful; when humans don’t see God they are only capable of seeing beauty on a surface level. Let us say you can see God without knowing God (that is to recognise the divine in nature); then that is…
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Why the Crucifixion?
God paid the penalty our sin, we, being worthless without God, unable to offer Him recompense for the sins we’ve committed against Heaven, were given eternal hope when God said, ‘I will do it, I will pay the cost for their sin,’ and came in person, fully incarnate to do so. All the host of…
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Parable of the Grapes: A Poem
Grapes I’d a cluster of purple grapes, ‘what sweet succulent taste awaits,’ I thought, taking one for delight, spitting it out, ‘this nothing sates,’ I said, repulsed, ‘such a sour blight, these must be wild grapes alright.’ The grapes are from the Vineyard parable of Isaiah, and seeming good and delicious but in reality sour…
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The Jar: A Poem about Israel
The Jar There was a jar that had a crack, much content for this did it lack; it wished to love it could be back to unmarred state before a whack; but when the potter went to mend it, it balked, for his love did offend it. The jar is representative of Israel as I…
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There is a Grave called Death: A Poem
There is a Grave called Death Some may think it a barren hope, and call the Christian a fool who at the sheer fantastic does grope, and say, ‘calm, you thing of lunatic; but so long is a length of rope.’ And, it’s true it’s a kind of kindness to inform of reality to the…
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