Habakkuk 2:2 "Write The Vision, And Make It Plain Upon Tables, That He may Run That Readeth It."
When I was young, my brothers and I loved boats. We liked riding in them, looking at them and fishing from them. Of course we couldn’t afford one, so we built some. We made one out of an old suitcase, put it in the 4’ fish pond and it sunk. Than we made one out of 1×4 pine flooring, put it in Gunnerson creek and it sunk. We helped our Daddy some, building a houseboat, and it sunk. Continue reading ““A Boat or An Ark””
“Calling in the Slaves”
After all these years I still have a vivid picture within myself, of 1963 slavery. I was driving through the middle of a prominent state. Most of that area is flat land as far as you could see. I looked to my right and could see a group of people, horses and wagons all in single file. They were young, middle aged, white haired old folks, women and children. They were bringing in the cotton after a hard day’s work. This may sound like a story back in the eighteen hundreds, but it wasn’t. We were visiting some relatives there. As we drove down through the old town area there were many black people sitting out front of the company store. They worked all day for the farm owner and shopped in the farm owner’s store in the evening. I know they were not called slaves in that day, but it sure had the characteristics of it. I wondered what it would be like to be a slave. I would soon find out. Continue reading ““Calling in the Slaves””
What do you see? What do you hear?
Looking out the front window I see the fern hanging on the porch. I hear our dog Daisy, barking outside but I can’t see her. I see the sky through my window brightening up but I can’t see the sun. I hear the creek running outside, but I can’t see it from here. I see my chest rising and falling but I can’t see the air. Continue reading “What Do You See? What Do You Hear”