Sunday, September 04, 2011

Tripping up

I think I have committed to saunter, walk, hike, trip, and pray up Mt. St. Helens. Foolishness? We shall see.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Terror is...

Hearing that my wife wants to follow me down the same path of missions work that will include sleepless nights, desperation, deep tears, a total loss of direction, depression, and a hundred other insecurities.


Standing before Jesus to hear him say, "If you had only asked, If you only believed."

I believe, help my unbelief.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Veni, Sancte Spiritus

Latin textEnglish version
Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
et emitte caelitus
lucis tuae radium.
Veni, pater pauperum,
veni, dator munerum
veni, lumen cordium.
Consolator optime,
dulcis hospes animae,
dulce refrigerium.
In labore requies,
in aestu temperies
in fletu solatium.
O lux beatissima,
reple cordis intima
tuorum fidelium.
Sine tuo numine,
nihil est in homine,
nihil est innoxium.
Lava quod est sordidum,
riga quod est aridum,
sana quod est saucium.
Flecte quod est rigidum,
fove quod est frigidum,
rege quod est devium.
Da tuis fidelibus,
in te confidentibus,
sacrum septenarium.
Da virtutis meritum,
da salutis exitum,
da perenne gaudium,
Amen, Alleluia.
Come, Holy Spirit,
send forth the heavenly
radiance of your light.
Come, father of the poor,
come giver of gifts,
come, light of the heart.
Greatest comforter,
sweet guest of the soul,
sweet consolation.
In labor, rest,
in heat, temperance,
in tears, solace.
O most blessed light,
fill the inmost heart
of your faithful.
Without your divine will,
there is nothing in man,
nothing is harmless.
Wash that which is unclean,
water that which is dry,
heal that which is wounded.
Bend that which is inflexible,
warm that which is chilled,
make right that which is wrong.
Give to your faithful,
who rely on you,
the sevenfold gifts.
Give reward to virtue,
give salvation at our passing on,
give eternal joy.
Amen. Alleluia.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011


It really is a form of constipation. Why can't I get done what I know needs to be done. The work will make me stronger, and more skilled. What sort of fiber does it take to move myself from stuck on the pot to finished?

Saturday, April 30, 2011


I have discovered something surprising about myself. My love ofhymns. I am a causality of the something know now as "The Hymnal Wars." I can't say that I am truly justa victim. But I am thankful that now I can appreciate this:
Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 simply to the cross I cling; 
 naked, come to thee for dress; 
 helpless, look to thee for grace; 
 foul, I to the fountain fly; 
 wash me, Savior, or I die. 

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Mighty Weak Tea

Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
What are you tryin' to prove?

Dead Man, Dead Man

Lyrics By: Bob Dylan
Music By: Bob Dylan