Essays in Ephesians #19

Essays in Ephesians #19

. . . what was unknown to the sons of men in other generations has now been revealed to his holy apostles and prophets by the Spirit. This mystery is that the Gentiles are fellow heirs, members of the same body, and partakers of the promise in Christ Jesus through the gospel. Ephesians 3:5-6 The […]

Faith or Fear

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Faith or Fear

On December 11th, I looked out the window and wrote a poem about the wintry view before my eyes. I was surprised that it ended up about fear and faith. What is in us has a way of coming out, doesn’t it. I rarely post new poems, but put it on-line. Dissatisfied, I revised it. Here’s […]

Essays in Ephesians #9

Essays in Ephesians #9

This Essay on Ephesians 2:1-3 is more lively than most because I share a few personal eye-opening encounters with the “prince of the power of the air.” It’s long, but alive. And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of […]

Essays in Ephesians #7

Essays in Ephesians #7

What is the greatness of His power? And what is the greatness of His power toward us who believe? I wish I knew; it eludes me. It’s the power of a love so vast and incomprehensible I can’t imagine it. It’s the power that created this universe and all that’s in it. It’s a power that is greater than any other authority, power, dominion, office or person . . .

Knowing God through His Word — Part 19

Knowing God through His Word — Part 19

I grew up in churches where the congregation repeatedly sang the haunting hymn, Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, . . . I loved the melody and the friendly thought of Jesus calling me to come, but I didn’t understand it. In the depths of my spirit, I always sensed that He was calling us into His arms of love. But on more practical, concrete levels. . .

Essays in Ephesians #4

Essays in Ephesians #4

Life on earth is tragic. Yet God’s plan, set forth in Christ, continues to unfold through times when we feel deaf, gagged, horrified by violence and blinded by grief and the throbbing distractions of injustice . . .