Category Archives: Bible

The Bible in the Internet Age

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When I was but a lad, barely a sapling in the forest of humanity, my grandmother took me to the library and acquired on my behalf what, at the time, was seemingly my ticket to the world of learning – a library card. If you were to ask about the impact of such a rite of passage on my young mind, you might see it reflected now that I have grown into a man. I have no idea how many books I have actually read in my lifetime, and my reading habits are not likely to change, as the only list bigger than the books I’ve read is the list of books I desire to read but haven’t. Continue reading →

Confident Prayer: Mockingbirds and the Goodness of God

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I’ve been the Pastor of a small Presbyterian church in rural Kentucky for over a year now. In my time here, I’ve developed a lot of wonderful relationships with beloved saints, preached through Paul’s epistle to the Ephesians and most of Ecclesiastes, taken part in numerous other ministries through the church and in the community, etc. In other words, by God’s grace, I’ve done a lot of what would be expected of a Pastor.

But, unbeknownst to many of my people, I’ve also been doing something else – I’ve become over time a casual ornithologist; that is to say, I’ve been considering the sparrows, or, to be more precise, the mockingbirds. Continue reading →

God’s Bow

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The ark had sat on Ararat,

When God had stopped the rains.

With happy song the wild throng

Marched down onto the plains.

The days rushed on from dawn to dawn;

No rain clouds could he see.

So, Noah prayed with thanks arrayed

To be alive and free.

The dark days flown, the sun now shone,

But on the edge of sky

A hint of gray soon hid the day

And over all did lie.

Bright lightning lashed and thunder crashed;

The earth did hold her breath.

Would now the rain begin again,

And flesh know nought but death?

But as twas sent, so thus it went,

And left a savor sweet.

Though all did hide, not one had died,

The rainstorm now complete.

Above the song of birds ere long,

A solid promise hung;

For there God’s bow did brightly glow,

No longer shot nor strung.