Skylark 

​Do you feel the changing breeze? 
Do you see the golden leaves? 
Can you hear the melody
Of the skylark, as it sings? 

Wind is blowing, 
Trees are swaying, 
Skylark’s song is always shifting!
Sun is setting, 
Clouds are raining, 
Come with me and go skylarking! 

Do you sense the summer’s flee? 
From the curse have you been freed? 
Have you heard the beckoning 
Of God’s voice gently speak? 

Seasons changing, 
Years are passing, 
Skylark’s song is always aging! 
Time is wasting, 
People hasting, 
Blind to Christ they are rejecting! 

Is there hope in anything? 
Will ground stay beneath my feet?  
Sings the skylark in the tree, 
“What is life without meaning?”

Hope is failing, 
Ground is shaking, 
Skylark’s song is quickly waning! 
People searching, 
Never finding, 
Stubborn pride, again denying!

… 

Now it’s quiet, dark, and night. 
The skylark’s song is cold. 
A single Light shines out so bright;
Piercing the heart and soul. 

The shaking stopped, 
The noise abrupt, 
As onto the Rock I stepped. 
My heartbeat  stills, 
The fight is naught, 
As Christ, my heart, indwells.

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Summer Sunday

Happy Mother’s Day to the many wonderful mothers out there. I’m sorry, but life calls and so I haven’t been updating the blog much. I’ll try to get some things up here soon.
Been busy with work and other work. Yesterday I was burning a hay field with our pastor and a few other members from our church when our pastor suddenly keeled over. Breathing in smoke, exhausting work, extreme heat, possible dehydration, and pushing himself a little too hard may have all contributed to the heart attack. We gave him CPR for about 8 minutes before the paramedics showed up. They took him to Anchorage once they got him stable via helicopter. Please pray for my pastor (Jeffery Offord) and his family.

UPDATE (9/1/2014): The pastor has made a miraculously quick and complete recovery. He is back in the pulpit once again, praising God all the more for His grace, power, and protection. Even though the heart attack was not a good thing, good things came as a result of it. God always uses the difficulties in life to shape us and use us in ways we could never imagine.

As I read and prepared for my Sunday school class last night, I was brought to Philippians 1:21, “For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” For a believing, practicing Christian, death is something we should not fear because of the promise of Christ that we shall live with Him and sit with Him on high. This life is short, and we should spend it for Christ. Live this life for Christ and the message of faith.

Snow of Grace

Wind howled through the trees;
tearing, biting, breaking me.
Storms of pain and suffering
Left a wasteland lost in grief.

As the storm began to settle;
Slowly, gently, little by little;
The gears stopped their grinding metal;
Silence came with gentle rebuttal.

Falling slowly from the sky,
Stars that twinkled in twilight
Covered the sorrowful, ugly sights;
Point by point they covered my life.

Not all at once, so suddenly,
Was the wreckage covered quickly;
But steadily, gracefully, gradually,
The snowflakes hid all misery.

Every speck of hope from above
Was sent to cover the ugly muck.
I say a prayer of thanks to God
For the snow I love so much.

 

P.S.: The answer to Riddle #2 is “Birch Trees.”

Ultimate Frisbee

Ultimate Frisbee

We enter the battlefield,
Like champions we march;
To do battle with the other,
A violent deathmatch.
The flick of a wrist,
The wrench of an arm;
The bodies will twist,
But we march ever on!
We run to and fro,
Like hounds in a chase;
To catch the white rabbit,
Which always escapes.
Why do we do this?
What purpose does it serve,
To go crashing and smashing,
Til we all go home hurt?
For glory, for honor,
Or so it might seem;
But it is for Christ,
That I, enjoy this misery.
The King of the Ages,
Ancient before days;
Has given His Word,
A mighty strong blade.
We fight a long war,
In the battle of life;
But I will never surrender
Now that He’s in my life.
I will run onward,
Past all the enemies;
And take the frisbee,
All the way to victory.