by Will Schmit A string of naked ladies, the pink flower, face away the ridge road. Orange sunset spent on the odd nude stalks. The ocean, not a mile away, but the hill parched. Our
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by Will Schmit A string of naked ladies, the pink flower, face away the ridge road. Orange sunset spent on the odd nude stalks. The ocean, not a mile away, but the hill parched. Our
Read moreIt’s true actions speak louder than words, but some words are an act of faith and mercy unto themselves. Take some time to listen, and repeat, what God the Father says about you. “This is (______), my beloved, in whom I am well pleased.”
Read moreby Will Schmit A stand alone God, not alone, caws us to sing. Music in orbits, hearts beat the point pounded home. Life in light years, mothers close as stars apart. Celestial tryouts boom behind
Read moreby Will Schmit New rule. You are what you hear; bottle nosed whale slide blues, mint and fern whipping the air, to turn your head the voice of the Shepherd whistling through His teeth. Facts
Read moreThere is a story of three holy men who lived simple lives in isolation on an island in the Aegean Sea. Many healings were attributed to their concern for the fishermen in the surrounding area.
Read moreIs our faith our responsibility? Scripture says to each is given a measure of faith (Romans 12:3). The apostles prayed to have the Lord increase their faith (Luke 17:5). Many theologians might argue that faith
Read moreI suppose that on any given Sunday any church might risk shutting the door in the face of a sinner or a saint as a consequence of opening a window to the soul, which might be another reason that after He fed the five thousand with five loaves and two fishes, Jesus made a special point to go back and gather up the crumbs.
Read moreNext week I’m reading my poetry in public for the first time in fifteen years. My coffee house and campus glory days are way behind me. I’ve since been saved, sober, baptized, re-married, ordained as
Read moreThursday I punch a clock for the first time in years. I’m taking on a second job to reduce my debt-to-panic ratio. I don’t often, maybe ever, sense I’m being led by the Lord, but
Read moreThe New Normal is not a suburb in Illinois. It is where our wounded wait for loved ones to heal from the hurt they brought home from the war. Wounded Warrior, Wounded Home (Revell Books)
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