I Shall Stay

CCC #100

Though the soil may slip and slide

Though steep – may be the hillside

Firm are my roots and deep are they

So here in my place, I shall stay

Troubles come, and they then go

Turmoils to and fro

Others may be thus led astray

But my roots are ever so firm

So here in my place, I shall stay


Crimson’s Creative Challenge #100


People, Woman, Rally, Protest, Unite

When injustice around you makes you cringe

Find in yourself – the thunder within

Be a do-gooder, defender of the weak

There is no need for violence

Just be firm and not meek

Merely let that thunder – well up inside

Speak out loud for justice

Right’s on your side


Tuesday Writing Prompt: “the thunder within”

True Power?


Taylor at Unsplash


Where does true power lay?

What o’er your life has control?

Are you the master of your own destiny –

Whether in part or the whole?


Was there power in that promise that was made?

Was strength really caused by the hair?

Was the physical might put on display –

In the thick ringlets you wear?


Did the promise made to God –

In Manoah’s wife’s fervent prayer

Mean as much to you –

As a Philistine’s bed to share?


You trusted in “your” strength alone

In the wit – in which you thought you showed skill

And yet for all your deceit and lies

Delilah’s was greater still


And why did you not seem to see?

Or become in the least paranoid?

Did her constant questions about your power –

Even once make you annoyed?


Did your lust and vain pride –

Blind you even before

Your shearing and capture when

The Philistine’s your eyes – out did gore?


Where does true power lay?

Does it rest in human might or the sword?

Are you the master of your own destiny –

Or does it come in the end from the Lord?


Judges 13 -16




August Bible Poem 4





Virtuous Character True

Nun, Cosplay, Cross, Vera, Religion

Виктория Бородинова at Pixabay

Where shall we find forgiveness

For the lives that we live –

The decisions we make

And the excuses that we give?


I trust – with full-heart

That the good Lord “above”

Will overlook my failings

Through Jesus’ blood and love


But what of the others

In this “here below?”

Will they be so understanding –

Pardon to me show?


It is here that I must

Now earnestly resolve

To live a better life

My behaviour to evolve


For if I become a person

Of virtuous character true

I hope that I will never need

Require forgiveness from you







(The) Devout of Africa

Wool, Cat'S Cradle, Hand Labor, Crochet, Fluffy


“I had some yarn in Africa”*


It is amazing what faith and determination can accomplish.

There are many, when misfortune befalls them, that will bemoan their lot and blame the world.  Others will turn to criminality or immorality to “make ends meet.”

This is not the story of one of those, but of a woman of faith.  Her’s was a faith in her God, herself, and in the principles of enterprise and thrift.

She had found herself in the situation of having to provide for her own needs, and those of her three children.  She had practical talents in arts and crafts, but little monetarily.  What she had – she invested; not in speculative ventures, but in real feet-on-the-ground practicality.  She knit, she crocheted, she fabricated slippers.  She above all believed in her principles.

She secured for herself a market place.  While only a stall on the pavement – it produced.  It produced income.  It produced an outlet for her creativity.  It produced an enduring example of what true character can achieve.

Through it all, her devotion remained strong.   Through her servant nature, her children were not only provided for, but believed themselves secure.  And secure they were in her love.

She had some yarn in Africa, but she wove more than mere crochet.




*With apologies to Meryl Streep

Beyond Shadows

Trees Sunrise, Shadow, Nature, Landscape, Mood, Forest


“Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.” Abraham Lincoln


Am I what you think of me?

Just my Facebook image carefully constructed?

Shadows and silhouettes

Of profile-building I’ve conducted?


Or is by the deeds I do?

Even those not seen my men?

Of my word kept, and friends helped

And such things as them?


Let us not mere shadows be

But true humans – even with our flaws

And as we strive to better be

Let doing right be our true cause



Step Up: A Mirror Cinquain

Red Deer, Capital, Antler, Handsome, Graze


Step up
Stand ever firm
Be ready for the fray 
Courageous for the cause you hold
Flee or from battle runaway
Find your own strength within
Lesser deeds now



Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 183, #ThemePrompt

This month’s theme is:

“…In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife…”

Mission Impeccable


Yesterday, I attended a Zoom meeting where we discussed and voted on issues involving the decolonialising of the educational curriculum.  While such discussions, I hope, will lead us forward in a truly open and equal society, there is a far more important matter that often eludes the Christian church: our approach to missions.

“Go into all the word and make disciples.”  Sounds straight forward enough.  But are we sure what that mission entails?

My first degree focused heavily on Christian missions.  One key principle of that study was for us as aspiring ministers of the Word, was to never confuse evangelism and colonialism.  In one of these missiology courses the professor (a time term missionary) warned us about this.  He presented some interesting cautionary tales. One of these is now anecdotal for the purposes of this post (as I no longer have the reference notes from the class).  It seems that some of the early missionaries to one of the South Seas islands, found that the indigenous women went topless. Because of European morality, the converts were taught to cover up and started to do so. This set the church back decades. In that culture, prostitutes wore little vests as a mark of their trade. The result was that the Christian women were shunned by the tribe. Short analysis – white male missionaries lusted after the bare breasts, so to avoid their own discomfort and sin, they limited the functioning of the Holy Spirit by imposing their own morality.  Again, I cannot reference the case, but I find it very believable.

Similarly, in our cultural appropriation, many White Pentecostals don’t see the African expression of spirituality in their mode of worship. “Why it’s just the outpouring of the Spirit,” they might say.  However, much of the European ecclesiastical past relied far more on “smells and bells,” than on ecstatic releases of emotion (I am not saying it never happened, however, before you object).  We are in the modern church an amalgamation of merging traditions.  Whether it is Greek intellectualism, Hebrew ritualism, or Native American and African passionate spiritualism, we are the inheritors of rich heritages.  We all bring so much to the worship of God.  It is in a way a corporate and cultural expression of the all one body scripture (1 Corinthians 12:12-27).

So as we go into all the world, let us share the good News of the Gospel, and not our dress codes, seating arrangements, non-biblically sanctioned rituals, or even our expectations of the outward appearance of being Spirit filled (after all God gives different gifts to different individuals as He sees fit).  Reaching the world, even in 2020 is not a “mission impossible,” as long as we stick to scripture and conduct ourselves in a “mission impeccable.”




Thank you to my dear sister, Joe Elayne for inspiring this post and beginning the conversation.