Tents are not Homes

Tents are not Homes

This wilderness falls on my way and though a wanderer like Jacob  of old here I cannot stay. I remember John the Baptist who chose for his home the wilderness;   I remember too the wild sweetness that I have tasted there in these seasons and the temptation to...
Prodigal Homecoming

Prodigal Homecoming

I sense the excitement in his mind: The prodigal taking all that he had  And moving out, a feeling of freedom in the air, Stretching the strings that held him back, Rejecting home Familiar, undervalued, And stepping out into the world….   Yet every new excitement...