Of Extremes & Shrewd Moves

Long I have enjoyed a light dalliance with adventure.
Long I have enjoyed a light dalliance with adventure.
"His presence was as fatal to dullness as to immorality. . .
Fiery stones pave a Christian's path; thorns stalk through the cracks. The devil is dressed in a dinner suit and mingles in our midst.
Picture yourself bathing in the uninterrupted seclusion that this ramshackle hut offers. Your eyes gaze out but your heart looks up.
Impossibly dead Lazarus lay in a cave and Jesus ached. . . Impossibly bleeding for twelve years a crushed woman dared to reach through a crowd to Jesus. .
Caves and tombs are synonymous, for these are places of the dead. The cave is God’s appointed, waiting room.
Bible greats dwelt for short or extended periods in caves. Elijah, King David, Lazarus, John the Apostle and of course our Lord all passed through caves.
Servant-hood is a vocation few chase, a path rarely trekked. It offers no Doctorates and rightly flees acclaim.
Spiritual momentum is the gaining of a new craft to most men.
The face of a thousand emotions is now the President-elect. A ribald and cheeky tsunami of political incorrectness will move onto the already cooling throne of Barack Obama.