Wings of Faith

May wings of faith carry you across skies wide open…..into sunsets waiting…. Toward life.                          And Love.                                                And lit up skies….                                                                                      May your day run into the open arms of God….Wide Open. Drawing you….further…. Out of fear.                        Out of doubt.                                                   Out of duty. Into love. And may Faith rise…. From clouds of unknowing…. May the Heaven’s Open.                                             […]

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How Fingernail Polish Opens Doors

Dinner time.  In orphanage. In China. Struggling through white rice….made with more love than any bowl could hold. First night in orphanage. Three plane rides far away from home. And we walk into kitchen. “Xie xie”….to say, “Thank you” in Chinese. We then ask….to paint nails….for many. And fingers and toes….a representation of love. And Jesus […]

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Lions Rise…..In China

I see his face.  Bold One.  To youth. Here.  In China. And though words I do not understand. His eyes….Awake… Shine Light…. Like few I have ever seen. And words….though only spoken… ROAR!  With Holy Fire! …..And I am broken. Missing full revival fire that used to burn inside of me. And how I have coddled […]

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God……In China.

I sit in church…..in China. Young girl interpreting beside me. And there are no stories.  No introductions to conversations of man…. That corrupt this Holy Place. And before beginning.  One sat down beside us.  Hands folded.  Head bowed. Mouth slowly mumbling prayers. And I wonder what petitions are about. Another in front of me with child. […]

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The Unseen

Back from China.  Here is a writing from day 1 in China. We have seen the children.  Here.  In an orphanage. …..God’s people. Disabled.  Deformed.  Blind. The Forgotten Ones…. Cleft lips.  Babies left.  Ants crawling on…..as they find…..infant left on the ground. Hands tied.  To chairs….Potty chairs.  Or beds.  Or bottles. Babies rocking.  Back and forth.  […]

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