The Prisoner Who Set Himself Free
When you forgive someone, you set a prisoner free—yourself. The jailer sat by the prison cell door. He glumly looked at the man inside, who abruptly turned his head away and folded his arms. The jailer said to the prisoner, “You need to let me go.” “No!” snapped the prisoner from behind the iron bars of the cold, gray cell. The thick stone walls afforded only a tiny window that peeked out to the surrounding world. “Please let me go! You must,” the jailer insisted. “Why should I?” demanded the prisoner. “Because there’s no use carrying on like this….
Storms that Shatter Illusions
The madman violence of a tornado, especially the horrific one that hit south of Oklahoma City, makes one numb. After the numbness, one may well wonder. A lot. About life, death, and God. Where do you start and where do you end? What do you do in between? Tweet
The Party
Better to enjoy God than to serve him while in fact ignoring him. The steward stood beside the king in the castle tower, as they surveyed the hills and valleys of the kingdom. The king turned to him. “I still tingle at the pain and the joy of the time I saved my people from the invader who would have enslaved them. The one thing I have yet to do is celebrate.” The steward nodded. “Celebration, a very good thing.” They walked down to the castle grounds, where the king paced the manicured lawn. “Steward, my victory calls for…
CO2 Threshold–Watch Out
Carbon Dioxide levels have now surpassed a critical threshold: 400 parts per million. The average daily readings on top of Hawaii’s Mauna Loa Observatory are considered the best indicator because of the mountain’s height and distance from any major polluter. It doesn’t really matter what you think about global warming here. When CO2 density surpasses 400 ppm, the average global temperature will rise. And it will almost certainly bring Tweet
The Knobby Spruce
However bad we may feel about ourselves, we are special to God and have a special place. Along the forested shores of the Great Lakes stand vast tracts of spruce and birch. Every few years swarms of insects hatch, fly around a while, then bore holes through tree bark to lay their eggs for the next generation. They like spruce trees best. And they all go to the same tree. One spruce formed her branches in almost a perfect cone. She stood so proud of her shapely green shades. The other trees were envious, and that made the spruce…
