Because Souls Are Like Gardens
'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
It’s kinda a fun study to take a few minutes to watch a non-believing church service. (For example, an atheistic church service: They can be found on YouTube.) It’s interesting to watch it with eyes wide open to what looks like ‘rightness’ and same-same patterns of church, yet it is (simultaneously) sad that the absence of the person of Yeshua can be felt…
I love how creativity has a tendency to bypass mindsets whilst it simultaneously opens hearts. I can remember stopping in front of an abstract painting one day (years ago) and weeping from…
The sound of gongs fills the space. Empty clanging, metallic noise. It is the sound of head-dwelling and heart avoidance; a mechanical absence of love…
The interactions were shallow. Information-based. Void of heart. Third or fourth-hand experiences but never inspired from within…
Opinions are not the same as truth. Opinions are fluid personal judgments which follow or rebel against the shifting sands of public discourse, belief or culture. They are ‘here’ one minute and over ‘there’ the next. They are always changing, never dependable, and can tend to be feelings-based. Andrew Wommack says, “opinions are like noses: everyone has them, but there’s usually a couple of holes in them…”
Jesus has ‘translated’ us from the tyranny and oppression of the kingdom of darkness into His Kingdom of light, where we walk in the completeness of His Name, the fullness of what He did, and within the power of His authority (Colossians 1:12-17). We are not of this world; we have been born again from above…
Off in the distance, smoke rises. As bombs are dropped, distant voices rise above the roar of rubble and death. Some voices plead for attention, for drama, for fear and for failure….
I am sad that people still fall victim (myself included) to clever predatory language perpetrated by divisive media outlets, tertiary institutions and professors, and political orators. Intellectualism has risen to god-like status. (I’m kinda writing free here… let’s just see where this leads.) Our own understanding gets us into a lot of trouble at times. … Continue reading LOVE
I remember sitting at the piano as a kid, feeling the ivory keys beneath my fingertips and the resonance of the notes moving around me; the hammers hitting the strings and creating a tangible hum…
Good question… who told you?
