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About the poet My friend Shawn Bailey is a poet and a photographer. Both this poem – “Quenched” – and the photo are her works of art. Shawn made a bookmark for the gals in our Bible study, probably twenty-five years ago, and I still use the bookmark. I’ve also read the poem many times….
The veil is torn – and the curtain is open! On Resurrection Sunday, everything changes. Yet that change began on Good Friday. The open path into the Holy of Holies is evident. Before the ripping, only the High Priest is allowed in the Holy of Holies. The high priest is symbolic for the people: he…
December 8, 1984 The wedding sermon was intended for us, because it was our wedding. Ivan J. Miller, the minister, had known me all my life. He met my fiancé several times- but the time we met with him to discuss our wedding and his part in it, he was impressed with the man I…
Like a river – Grace is a gift from God, “free, totally unexpected and undeserved.” This attribute is not just intermittent spurts of water out of a fountain. It’s a never-ending river, flowing on and on and on. There is always enough, and the river never runs dry. This is not something I earn. It…
Breeding deceit. Every time I read the story of Jacob, I realize how much the way we live is bred into our children. Each time, I am so grateful for redemption and grace, for none of us are any better than these men. We are all people of deceit because we have the same sin…
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