Turn or burn, they say? Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. But try these on for size. Continue reading
This poem is a somber reminder of trading off spiritual and eternal hope for temporary, worldly pleasures. I use the first-person singular, but hope to avoid being in the number.
Three stanzas use iambic pentameter with an ABBA rhyme scheme, a bit different from my usual.
The first stanza goes like this: Continue reading
by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Don’t waste your life with sour regret,
The future’s theirs who soon forget
The squandered chances, time ill spent,
Who know the joy to truly repent. Continue reading
* My flight departs Sunday night, arriving in Nashville Monday morning, Lord willing. You’ll see less of me on the Internet since we will be traveling extensively.
* The Firstborn celebrates his birthday today. He’s now a -niner. God bless him to serve powerfully.
* Having written two devotionals recently on power, this line caught my eye: “The reward of power is not for the timid.” How true! Continue reading
How did the day go whizzing by?
It came and went so fast!
How glad, when Christ shows in the sky,
To have a day to last!
Steve Jobs, the head of Apple, Inc., has died. He created electronic devices for communication and the Internet. While still young, he said he wanted to make a dent in the universe. In terms of eternity, however, he did nothing compared to the least in the kingdom of God.
Sow righteousness for yourselves,
reap unfailing love.
Break up the unplowed ground for yourselves,
for it is time to seek the LORD,
until he comes and showers deliverance on you.
Hosea 10:12 NET Continue reading
The phrase “durable goods” is a laugh. Ask the Japanese, after the earthquake and tsunami, how durable their goods were.
We seek the eternal. We try to invest in the ephemeral the quality of the permanent. We deceive ourselves to think that we possess in the world what will endure.
And the world is passing away with all its desires, but the person who does the will of God remains forever.
1 John 2:17 NET Continue reading
OK, Laura, I took the challenge. One poem a day during Poetry Month. It may wind up being a quatrain or a couplet, and I may get them under the wire, just before the day ends, but here goes: 30 poems in 30 days.
by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
The young make plans for great success,
Their hearts awash in high ideals;
The old make do with less and less,
Untimely death close on their heels.
The middle ages toil for dreams,
Before they fade, escape their reach;
Hard work and progress their twin themes,
Given to action more than speech.
To one the future, another the past,
To yet a third, the present day:
All ominous signs that none can last,
The eternal tide will sweep away.
If there is a God, and there is; if there is an after-life, and there is; and if that life is forever, which it is; then nothing today can be more important than insuring that you and I will have that life forever with God.
If all that’s true, and it is, make sure you’re following Christ.