Jack Pelham

Short story?

What if I were listening?

Is it indeed the Voice of God Who charms me asleep?

The Tomorrows will only ever come One Today at a time.

Just an old rooster, Crowing at the sun ― The latter barely even seen by the masses, And most certainly not heard, For almost no one hears the sun.

I’m coining the term, attunology, because it appears we need such a word in English, and we certainly need such a focus in Christianity. at·tun·ol·o·gy \ ə-ˈtün-ˈä-lə-jē , ă- \ noun Etymology: Coined from attun(e) (Middle English attonen, from ad- + ton t…

Their boat sank, And having no flotation devices aboard They set out to swim ashore, It being quite obviously the better option Than was drowning.

That City, Where God and the Lamb Live with their People— That Holy City— That Heavenly Jerusalem— It shines, even this very day On this weary Earth.

The storm came early in her life, Its heavy darkness defying words― A terror in the presence of which Presence of mind is nowhere to be found, And one does well just to hold on To the simpler things, like breathing.

We may observe, with care, that the Master did not say: “Now that you know these things, you will be blessed.” but “Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.”