The raucous shrieking of a bird attracted my attention as I walked across my beautiful college campus. A hawk was under a tree in front of the library, calmly eating a baby bird. The mother bird was darting in and out, trying to drive him off. The hawk took very little notice, only looking up … Continue reading The Hawk
A few months ago I wrote an essay for my grad school application. The topic was essentially why I want to study theology. I was never happy with that essay; I couldn’t manage to pull it together into a coherent paper. In spite of that I was accepted to Beeson Divinity School and will begin … Continue reading Why Study Theology?
Difficult week. Disappointment clouds hope, Fear drives out trust, Failure stares in the face, Old wounds ache. Frustration turns molehills into mountains. Helplessness becomes more real than Sovereign God, Ever Present Help. Put on the mask, Pretend it’s all fine, Do the next thing. Saturday. The sun is rising, but shadows reign. The hummingbird … Continue reading Shadows in the Sunrise
My next great adventure is the MATS (Masters of Arts in Theological Studies) degree at Beeson Divinity School. This is an essay that I wrote for admission: My earliest childhood memory is standing in church with my grandmother, listening to her recite The Apostles’ Creed with her congregation. I was very small, holding her … Continue reading The Apostles’ Creed
I was the child who struggled to fit into the “norms” of society. My mother called me stubborn and contrary because I was not who she wanted me to be; I was not being rebellious at the time (that came later), I was just different. She pictured a well-dressed prim and proper little girl; I … Continue reading Barefoot in a World of Shoes
Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea. A great high Priest whose Name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart. I know that while in Heaven He stands No tongue can bid me … Continue reading Gratefulness, with Reverence and Awe
The old tree With broken trunk and twisted gnarled branches hangs on to dead limbs old leaves dried up sweet gum balls. Reaching for the heavens Drinking in Rain and Sunshine; Life. Tiny leaves burst forth Green stars in a bright blue sky. Birds come, singing joyously Flitting about, courting and nesting; Squirrels play chase … Continue reading The Old Tree