NEVER HOPELESS

Where’s the Hope?

Sun, 27 Mar 2011 03:11:51 +0000

I love my sister but she's killing herself. You see, I'm on watch. I'm wondering if its a death watch.

Just Grow

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 09:00:35 +0000

Your job is to just live and grow no matter how rocky and rugged the soil of your life.

Hope and Truth

Fri, 29 May 2009 09:00:14 +0000

There is no sinner without the hope of a future and no saint with out a past. The hope lies in Christ and your life is important to the work that He is doing in the life of someone else.

Hope Harnessed with Faith.

Thu, 28 May 2009 09:00:04 +0000

There has been a thread throughout my writing that has tried (I hope) to express that Hope is much more than some impotent escape of our imagination when we seemingly have nothing else or our desires get the best of us. No, Hope is so much more and I've tried to pull that out in my stories, quotes and lessons. But surfing the net the other day I came across a quote by Eugene Peterson that captures my sentiments so well. The following is his quote.

Memories Burned

Wed, 27 May 2009 09:00:11 +0000

The flames licked up around the old yellowed paper. Slowly the edges bagan turning in on themselves and the images bubbled in rebellion as if trying to come alive before the flames destroyed all that they were. It seemed as if the memories of each page, held captive for decades, now suddenly erupted and cried out in anger and desparation, much like the men in the images themselves before the fires of death took them too. I couldn't believe what I was seeing in my mind and hearing.

Serene Hope

Tue, 26 May 2009 09:00:57 +0000

The day had been trying in some respects. The morning had gone well with some cleaning projects accomplished, loads of laundry done and the bike cleaned after I got caught in thunder storms yesterday and everything was soaked and dirty on the bike. I got the grill out, the gas was hooked up and we prepared to grill brat wurst and chicken for our mid afternoon Memorial Day grill feast. But, shortly after the meal we all had had just about enough of each other and it was time for everyone to take a break and get some quiet time after a long weekend of being on top of each other all the time. So, I got on the bike and headed west into the late afternoon sun. I was looking for peace.

Memorial Day Tribute

Fri, 22 May 2009 09:53:23 +0000

This week we remember the men and women of the United States Military who have voluntarily chosen to serve and protect our nation. It is an act that can never fully be reciprocated but we can honor them by remembering their sacrifice in return.

Arlington Hope

Thu, 21 May 2009 09:00:06 +0000

I stood on the the small rise and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was my first time there, and my breath escaped me. I didn't even care as I beheld the scenery before me. I looked out over the fields of white tombstones and crosses perfectly lined up and flowing with the contour of the land and I was breathless. I couldn't count the numbers. It was just too many. And so,....I cried.

A Ten Year Hope

Wed, 20 May 2009 09:00:25 +0000

The things we did as soldiers, the rituals that bound us together, really helped to shape us into the men and women we are today. I can remember some of them and I know that today, many of them are frowned upon and some are even considered criminal. But we thrived in them and they bound us together as brothers and sisters.......forever. This brief story is one of the promises we made to each other so many years ago and I hope it's come to pass.

Silent Night Hope

Tue, 19 May 2009 09:00:23 +0000

It was a cold winter in 1944 when three American soldiers, embroiled in the battles of WW II, stumbled across a cabin in the German woods. Tired, cold and hungry, they enter the cabin to find a woman and her son alone, scared and yet calm. Despite the language barriers, she makes them as comfortable as possible, demands they set their weapons aside, and sets about preparing what little food she has for them. Suddenly, there is banging at the door. The Americans freeze.