A True Story: Twenty Years and Plowing into Eternity

Up to this point, everything I did was for my own narcissism and all attempts to easy my hopeless, dark, hell-bent state were a failure. No matter how I tried to numb the pain and bring light into my life, I was unable. My prison chains were real, forged of a damning, deceitful, and disturbing kind of steel. These binding serrated bars and chain-links of death were unable to be lifted and left me most inescapable. I was powerless, and none of my works, even my very best ones, nor any of my uses of self-help, could rescue.

A Hymn – William Cowper

What various hindrances we meet In coming to the mercy-seat! Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there! Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes…

Focus and Boasting

Everyone wants to talk; talk about events and other people. Everyone wants to do something; about the doing other than the present. Everyone wants to go somewhere; go somewhere other than where they are at. Everyone wants to boast in themselves, their works, their church; boast in everything other than knowing and being. What would…