Poems

MY PRAYER

Not what others ought to beBut only what I need to seeDear God, reveal to me.

APOSTLES

Do I love enough to withholdthe silver and the gold?

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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MORNING OF A HEALING

Awake—to a sure dominion,a wholeness.

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With God

Without God I could do nothing.

SAFETY

No corroding condemnationgnaws or nibbleswhen compassion and forgivenessform the pitch of mercyto seal the ark within.

Can I Speak Your Language?

Right wherewe areEvery momentGod speaksTo all of us.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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God's thoughts are mine to use, and used,Thought becomes the real to meAnd consciousness more truly IThan flesh-based claims could ever be

EXPECTANT

Did he think that these two fishers from Galileewere rich—wealthy enough to give silver to a beggar?
Memory plays its reruns:"She didn't speak kindly to me.

"LET THIS MIND BE IN YOU"

Satisfactionnever grows bygoing some wheredoing some thingor more material getting.

BEFORE THE DAWN

Before the dawnthe song began!Before the sweep of light—no matter if it was moments or more—this backyard birdsang, knowing;his melody a harbinger.
not only the recognizedjoy of giving,sharing, loving, living,but also that pureand honest joythat floods the heartupon awaking—that joy that is therefor no visibleor invisible reasonbut is simply therebecause it belongs there—and is there—that joy that rushes upand dazzles visionwith sunlighton the darkest day—that joy that truly is myselfmy natural way