The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV

My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground.  There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him.  He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. — Isaiah 53:2-3, NLT It sometimes feels as thoughContinue reading “The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV”

“Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes”

“Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.” — Luke 1:78-79, NLT There is this melancholy air during the holidays… that bittersweet nostalgia,Continue reading ““Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes””

Believing

We sometimes heave  a prayer of “why”  that leaves us sobbing  or wrestles us into  a guttural moaning  when there are no words  for such a chasm-ache.  We grapple with circumstance  as we go from weeping  to screaming to falling  into exhausted heaps,  mute and dried out,  struggling to understand  or cope with the now Continue reading “Believing”