He Breaks the Bread We Share (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The risen Christ, there at supper with us walking with him, dusty and tired joining us at the table, sharing ...
The risen Christ, there at supper with us walking with him, dusty and tired joining us at the table, sharing ...
Oh, bring on the morning! so we can shed our ashes, our sackcloth rise with the Christ, He Is Risen! ...
He took us there, beside the Sea of Galilee walking by the shore, sitting and pondering life where Jesus had ...
In so many ways, so many images, so many places words of faith cascade, fall upon me, saturate, drench me, ...
Far flung, around the world pieces of our hearts held within the hearts, the souls, of the ones we love ...
A new and perfect body has entered into paradise a soul has left this struggle and entered eternal rest a ...
Worship as a means of grace being touched by the hand of God Food for the soul nourished by time ...
Choosing to be paired, yoked to the Christ, following the command the instruction of the Father serving in the field, ...
Each day is a new day, another day given for us to choose how to use it for good or ...
What better advocate can serve a mission, a calling, a purpose than a converted zealot a true believer one on ...
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
Bright, young faces sitting on the steps, in the chancel drinking in the words of the pastor hearing of the ...
The law was the disciplinarian. So I guess I understand more fully the phrase, "throw the book at them" Yes, ...
He spoke from the pulpit of a life of service; but really as a witness to faith what it means ...
It was that one pivotal moment when it all began when the Word moved from heavenly sent to earthly spread ...
Imagine the scene, cloistered in their room safe from authorities Jewish and Roman rulers, powers that would destroy them No, ...
If only I were a shock-worker, how well would I live or so my little bit of Russian would say ...
We are a congregation intent on breathing in, new disciplines, new practices to be sure; but aren't we ready, ready ...
A daughter's prayer, for a best friend, a hurting soul, torn apart staggered by the punches the body blows, gut ...
"The Jordan River is muddy and cold, chills the body but not the soul", or so said our songs in ...
Tears of frustration welling up, from deep down down within the soul, a tremor a quake in the psyche; innate ...
Candles of Hope, of Faith, of Joy burning bright, waiting for tomorrow with the candle of Peace only a few ...
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
Scripture creates a mystery of connecting the various threads of faith, of numbered days by the creator and free will ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
A story many of us can ably attest praising for the ones, the women in our lives not the ideal, ...
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
A momentary blip, a bump on the road of life hit us again today, as it has for a few ...
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