The first rose of summer.
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Butterfly on the Casket

Butterfly on the Casket -- a true story


Right on the edge of the grave I intoned the ancient words, always more comforting than their face value -- the old words of the faith which carry faith's memory and future . . . " The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear?" And, "If this earthly tent we live in is destroyed . . . " And, "Jesus said, 'I am the resurrection and the life . . .'" I stood at the edge of the grave . . . you should see a preacher's-eye view of it.

Then, before these eyes, the meaning was revealed. A lovely butterfly flew right to the casket flowers, paused a few short seconds and took flight. I thought, "Butterfly, once cocoon wrapped in airless dark, now soaring in the sunlight of a new day, you point to the promise. The resurrection is real. Life goes on in some new splendor, within the realm of God's mercy."

Can anyone, having seen a butterfly, not believe in resurrection? Can anyone, having seen the risen Lord, through faith's eyes, believe any less?
Blessings,
Bill

Time flies, the Days Flee

The Clock Hand and the Best Days

The metal clock arm swings in its arc, mimicking the movement of sunlight and tide, the wheeling of the great spheres, suns and stars beyond our vision, reminding us. And the yearly records, the memories of days gone by, the ever circling years, echo the truth printed right there on the clock's face . . . tempus fugit. And my own memory adds, from an ancient poet, the words, "the best days are the first to flee." (Optima dies, prima fugit. -- Virgil in the Georgics.)

There is truth . . . True as the light which passes through the leaves. True as the arch in the back, the ache in the bones. Time flies. The best days? Well, we pitch our tents each evening a days journey closer to home. The hills of heaven are bright in that ever light, and eternity is not time wracked, and, friend, because of God's love in Jesus, the best days are out there, ahead, for those in Him.

Light and Warmth,Bill 

A Young Pitcher practices his curve ball

Jackson Spencer, an up and coming young pitcher, practices his curve ball.  Yes, on the Wii, and truthfully he is a lefty.  But great fun.  Good days like this are welcome.  Blessings on your journey today.  ws

Blackberry Winter -- a time of 'relative' chill in the Piedmont.  Still plenty warm.  Winter is far behind, but the blossoms of the blackberry seem to accompany a sudden coolness...the last fling of the old season.  Blessings on your journey,  ws

Dogwood time. Crappie bite. Flowers remind us of the wounds of the Cross. Lovely blossoms.
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