In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Playlist of the Week.”
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Deep Calls Unto Deep
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Depth.”
Please click on the word depth to see how others have interpreted the challenge. Here are my thoughts from Psalm 42
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
Oh the deep deep love of Jesus!
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
And the running of water
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
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All’s I’m Left With Is James
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”
The Daily Post has asked Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
“You couldn’t save anything?” Melanie asked.
“Sorry Honey. Nothing.” I returned
“You couldn’t save Great Gramm’s sewing machine?”
“Nope.”
“What about the cool decorative wine bottles that belonged to Grampa Jack?”
“Not a one.” Was my reply.
” The little monk salt and pepper shakers that Gramma Lillie bought for her first apartment?”
“Sorry honey.”
“Tell me you at least saved the dining chairs for our new apartment.”
I shook my head in the negative.
“Well at least you have copies of all James’ Graduation pictures. We’ll have something to hang on our walls.” My daughter beamed
James groaned at the prospect that his own picture had now become his inheritance.
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At Least I Know James Is Safe!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”
The Daily Post has asked…Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
My son-in-law and I actually joked about this on the day of his wedding.
I awoke to the sound of the alarms going off in the hall. Thick black smoke already engulfed most of the stairway. So I kept low clutching my little dogs close to my chest. Mom and my sister were already at the doorway and headed across the porch. I handed Jacopo and Mercedes to Brenda while mom carried Snug. I tried to launch myself back through the door to save what I could from the house but the old place was a tinderbox. There was no saving anything that was inside. We were glad to escape with our lives.
It was at that moment that I was glad I had saved all my pictures and all my words to several thumb drives in several locations. I would not want to lose any of my photographs or stories. Most precious of all are the pictures I have of my son-in-law James. There are few of these and he really hates them all. A father-in-law can never have too much leverage.
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Hardly An Easy Fix
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”
Today the Daily Post has told us to, Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”
The mountains melted like wax as the Psalmist had promised.
The cities of the Earth crumbled leaving millions buried in their rubble, like John the Revelator had prophesied.
The armies of Antichrist gathered on the fields of Har Megiddo and Messiah rode His white stallion into battle.
Christ spoke and the Heavens rolled back. The ground shuddered. The crows of the Earth gathered to feast on flesh.
The dragon rose from the place before his armies even as the flesh of his men melted at the words which issued from Messiah’s mouth.
The blood tide rose to the height of a war- horse’s bridle while archangels bound the demon in his monstrous form. Judgment was passed on Lucifer and he was cast into the abyss for a thousand years, even as most of Earth’s population perished in the judgment that made all things new.
These few words descry an event yet to take place but it will come as sure as the sun will rise. It is a great and terrible day in our futures. It is hardly an easy fix. It is the end of all we know and yet it is what must and will happen for the power of Death and Hades to once and forever be laid low.
When men ask why God doesn’t come in and fix everything and put an end to wars and famines and plagues, It is because this event, this tragedy, this glorious promise is what it will take for all mankind to look back upon and say with full affirmation “And all was right with the world.”
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A Fireside Chat With Ben, Tom and J.S.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”
The Daily Post has asked, What person whom you don’t know very well in real life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story?
Well I had a hard time narrowing it down to one. I actually had a hard time narrowing it down to three but that’s what I did.
With four people who write or talk as part of their ministry it would probably take more than a fireside chat just for introductions. We’d probably need at least a weekend to get all the stories told maybe even longer but I would really love to get together with:
Ben Nelson from http://anotherredletterday.com/
Tom Raines from https://tomraines.wordpress.com/
and J.S. Park from http://jsparkblog.com/
to learn their faith stories. I have really enjoyed reading the uplifting blogs these men write and would love the opportunity to learn more. One thing I know if we cannot make it work this side of glory these men can feel welcome in my mansion when we get to eternity and won’t we have stories to tell then?!?
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Two Right Feet In Prayer
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”
The Daily Post has asked us, What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things?
For me this is all about prayer and Bible Study. I am finding the older I get the more regimented I get, particularly in the spiritual disciplines. As a young guy I thought the lifestyle of discipline was stodgy. There was a part of me that thought if it wasn’t unscripted or spontaneous then it wasn’t real, but the older I become the more I see that intentionality particularly with the spiritual life is the pathway to the longevity of success.
Beginning the day with prayer and study allows me to tune my spiritual senses to the voice of God. It allows His conviction and direction to come in. When I miss my time in prayer I feel like I am in a ship with neither rudder nor paddle being driven along by every whim the river of life brings my way. So most mornings now I make the time to pray.
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The Daily Prompt: Connecting the Dots & The Blood Of the Martyrs
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
The Daily post gave us this instruction today,
Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.
Pg. 82 of the book nearest to me read, “As new tombs were needed the tunnel was lengthened and new chambers were excavated on both sides…
Here is a short story based on the book this was taken from, The Blood Of the Martyrs.
The House Of Worship
by JE Lillie
It had been a month since I had seen daylight. The catacombs were not just the place we buried the dead. They had become our sanctuary in every sense of the word.
The number of martyrs grew by the day. Johanan had been fed to the lions a week ago and then his wife Cybele had been burned at the stake as her children watched just two nights later. Nicanor and Lavinia had been sold as slaves in the market, confirming my mother’s decision to stay below ground with the dead.
The dead or what pieces of them could be salvaged were brought to our little family sheltering in the catacombs and we saw to their Christian burial. The hidden cemetery was filling fast so “As new tombs were needed the tunnel was lengthened and new chambers were excavated on both sides. My hands did some of the digging.
My fourteenth name day came and went while I dug away in the catacombs making a space for the newest family of martyrs. In the process we were told to make a chamber wide enough for the church to meet in.
I still remember the night we Christened that new section of tunnel. We, the soon to die, sang hymns among the dead and relished the thought of the Coliseum if only it would take us into the sun and out of the musty, dirty darkness that had become our house of worship.
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The Shadow Lands: Weekly Photo Challenge
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Shadowed.”
Here are my offerings:
In the shadow of Guiness
The deep wilds
Ponies of Guiness
Derry Nights
Lillie-Put 
