Train Whistles & Wheels

The trains whistle as they pass through our populations. I can hear their wheels clattering along the tracks. Time has no meaning to these sounds. Closing my eyes I can imagine them to be making the same sound even a couple hundred years back. These tracks crisscross our nation.

The whistles and wheels seem louder than I’ve ever noticed before. I stop to think of what a train really brings. There is power. There is supply. There is expectation. They also bring people. Weather does not stop them. Traffic is halted at their coming. They are a major resource for our nation.

When I hear these whistles and wheels I know it’s just a natural symptom of something supernaturally coming forth. It’s coming to a city or town you live in. The King is bringing everything we need.


My day of strength is upon me and I feel like I can do anything asked. Now I have to hesitate. A trap is laid before me to go along to do my own working and plans. I’ve been here before. I pause to remember “frail”. Today I remember this is what I am, and in my condition I have my eyes opened. When frail I am not strong. I can easily be broken. I can easily be led astray and be morally weak. I need to go before the throne for any real strength.

The Promise In An Egg

The egg lay in the grass, freshly opened, its yolk spilling out. It was rather large and looked like something I’d buy in the store, but here it was up on this hillside, near a little traveled walking path. I wondered at the creature it had meant to be. The promise of a life left to die here in the open sun. This bird would never grow wings or fly the open skies over my head.

The way of nature taught me a deeper lesson. The gift of life promised in every egg. So many children we have yet to meet. So many gifts and promises their lives bring into the world. We deny ourselves when we deny them.


Stirred – to affect strongly; excite, to incite, instigate, or prompt, to rouse from inactivity, quiet, contentment, indifference, to be emotionally moved or strongly affected, to become active, as from some rousing or quickening impulse

Mark sat still and watched from the outer perimeter of where all the action seemed to be happening. The park was brisk with activity late into the night. All around him were youth hungry for something to do. A make shift band were trying to grab the attention of their energy but an underlying vibe seemed to be at work in the crowd.

He watched a young thug type upend his 40 ounce beer and then theatrically crash it down on the cement, exploding it in a spray none seemed to mind. The crowd seemed stirred, desiring more. Mark took notice of the rougher element wanting to make rule of the scene with their antics.

This seemed like a make or break moment. Realizing he could get the crap kicked out of him, he knew these kids didn’t deserve to be given away by his cowardice. One quick prayer he offered, “God, you brought me here tonight so you better have something wonderful to offer!”

Without further hesitation he pulled a flare from his backpack. It seemed crazy but so was this moment. Removing the cap to expose the end of the flare he rubbed the coarse striking surface until it exploded into a bright flame. Everyone standing near him backed away but then started whistling and whooping with cheers of approval.

Mark lit three of these and tossed them about at a fair distance. The crowd focused on him. The band had lost their momentum but came back into the moment with a sound of rhythm. Mark could feel his throat dry up but all eyes were upon him and this radical act. “God what do I say?” he asked.

With courage he’d never known, he stood alone in the crowd. “I am one of you. I am lonely. I have hurt. I have fear. I want more than this existence I am living. I go to parties hoping for some expectation but it leaves me empty beyond a momentary experience. I have drunk and taken drugs looking for that experience and every time I wake up the morning after as though I poured out my soul. I have sought my existence and happiness in others, especially girls. It feels good for a while but then I realize they are looking for something more, just like me. Can I ask you to be honest? Does any one of you feel these things? Is this why you are here?”

An explosive encouragement came from the crowd. The make shift band added to the mix by stirring them up further with their rhythm, declaring the truth of Mark’s statement. With more courage again, Mark spoke once more, “Okay friends, you’ve been honest with your hearts, so let me ask you a bigger question….do you believe Jesus can change your life?”…..

Beautiful Stangers

I meet them one at a time, beautiful strangers. I look into their eyes and I wonder, is this one my friend, my sister, my brother? I can miss it now and again, but they will grab me and hold me tight. Hugging me; whispering private words of encouragement into my ear.

Where do they come from? Who are they? I ache for the truth of eternity to come. I look forward to living where time is irrelevant. I desire really coming to know each of these precious ones.

Shofar Blows

I heard the shofar blow many times to announce war on sickness and disease….Jesus is the name for healing!

The Smell Of Weakness

The man’s cat can smell weakness and I am prey for his wanting to be petted. He has followed me everywhere in the house the last couple days. He knows eventually I will lay still to rest. This is when he makes his move to come hug up near my body and head butt my hand until he is satisfactorily scratched.

I can only wonder at how aggressive he might be if he were, say hungry?

Hidden In His Bosom

My sunglasses hid my eyes and I couldn’t wait to walk away from my friend. Saying goodbye, I made my way back to the table where my books lay. The rush of my emotions hit me and I walked to the edge of the hill over looking my city.

I had spoken aloud so many promises, declaring them over and over. It was time to see them come to fruition. Tears came as I let my Father know how weak I felt in this moment. I myself had nothing to give but He has everything. I wanted to see heaven upon the earth.

For now I wrap myself up to be hidden in His bosom and remember how he cradles me in His arms. I need His strength for this day.

Deu 33:12……”Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between his shoulders.”