Wednesday, June 14, 2017

What Real Beauty Really Produces


Beauty is an obsession that makes addicts of us all.  Consider our mania for it and the many counterfeits we accept for it.  There are three standards for all beauty, our mothers face and the colors blue and green.  All beauty is first tied to love and secondly to gratefulness and always, exclusively, introduces God.  Counterfeits produce covetousness reality produces praise. 




Tuesday, June 13, 2017

An Abiding Sadness

The same country that made Mr. Smith Goes to Washington now makes House of Cards.  That is difficult to accept. 


Sunday, June 11, 2017

What Color The News Is


"Stand and consider the wonders of God."

When I was a child I can remember being at my aunt’s home and she would be watching two men on TV, Huntley and Brinkley, giving her the news of the day in black and white, no color on TV and no colored news.  The only thing colored back in those days was life.  Now we have colored news and media has replaced reality.  Our greatest need?  To realize that life is still the only thing that comes in real color and that the color of media, like most of what it colors, is fake.  Turn off your TV and go outside and look around.  It is really nice and that green and blue are real.   


Sunday, June 4, 2017

Job's Dawn


I read in Job this morning, “Why is light given to a man?” I fully understood his statement!  It might just be the oft-troubled heart of the artist that has often prayed for the hope of dawn, but whatever the case, I knew.  The fact that whole light, light that spreads completely from east to west, that opens every crevice and spares every troubled mind exists, is a fact that is beyond understanding and our ability to adequately praise.  When He conceived and created daily dawn, He was I AM. 


Thursday, June 1, 2017

He Did That


I was listening to Lynard Skynard last night, Free Bird, and got all kinds of carried away into nostalgia.  Music can do that.  Can you imagine putting on your resume, "Music, I thought that up."  Bolting up the house, turning down the hot water, watering the plants, putting all in order.  Leaving this old house that holds so many memories.  Reminds me of that song…