BEHOLD
A simple poetic sketch of Christ's life on Earth.
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RISEN FOR ME
#HEISRISEN! The Cross of the Moment “[W]e are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.”(1) The author of this comment did not have the dashed hopes of a person weary of contemporary political promises or the daunting purposelessness of life. His was not the disappointment of a child after his once-adored video game lost its thrill or the dispirited outlook of a millenial overwhelmed with options and fearful of missing out on something vital. No, long before video games existed, long before Generation Y was disillusioned with Generation X or X with the Baby Boomers before them, disillusionment reigned nonetheless. A social commentator in the late 1920s made this comment about his own disillusioned culture, words which in fact came more than a decade after a group of literary notables identified themselves as the “Lost Generation,” so-named because of their own general feeling of disillusi
Christmas Poem
HOLY BREATH Holy breath, Breathe on us; Help us discern Our Father's love. Holy Spirit, On us breathe; So we will learn The love of Jesus. Holy breath, Breathe on us; Help us to obey Your steady voice. Holy Spirit, On us breathe; So we might share Your joy and peace. https://g.co/kgs/54UXXa
