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…stories and poetry to touch, teach, & turn the heart toward truth.


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The Prisoner

I awake in a dark, wet, cave-like dungeon. The stench of human waste overwhelms me, and I remember that some of that stench belongs to me. And what other choice do I have here? It’s not like I can walk away from these chains to a proper bathroom facility. I’m not sure what’s worse: being isolated from my dearest friends or being bound to men who care as much about me as the rats that feed on the filth around me. The most I see of the outside world is the polluted rainwater and sewage that trickle down from the marketplaces above. I am always cold. I am always hungry. And I always hurt. Of the difficult places I’ve been, this is the most unpleasant.

I am left here with the memories of a dichotomous life and a desire to finish well. When I was younger, I was blessed by the fellowship of devout, honorable men. We took great care to “please God” with our hygiene, conduct, and diet. When I was younger, I was known as the man who was as close to perfect as could be attained. When I was younger, I was more unhappy than I’ve ever been.

Now, I’m not imprisoned here because I’m a dangerous man—at least not in the traditional sense. In fact, you could say that I’m here because I’m too loving. I love my God and Savior too much to stop living for Him.

My enemies have placed me here, and here I will patiently await the time of my trial. I have been in prisons like this one many times and have been released, but I feel an ever-growing confidence that this time will be my last.

Some of my friends have risked their lives to visit me here over the years. I cannot express my thankfulness for their faithful love. Even though this body of mine has been sorely abused, I am thankful. I am thankful to serve my God. He is the truly faithful one. I am in need of nothing. Whether or not I live on in this body, I do not fear. For I have learned no matter where I am to be content in the perfect provision of my Lord, Jesus Christ.

Yes, I am in prison for faithfully proclaiming the life-saving Gospel of Christ, which I continue to do even here. Yes, humanly speaking, my treatment is unjust. But let me tell you, I am exactly where God wants me. Yes, I will likely die soon at the hands of wicked men. But I can assure you of this, in spite of it all, I count this suffering as a true privilege. There is no place I would rather be than where God has placed me. I am Paul, and I am thankful to be here.

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For further reading: Prisons in Paul’s World; Philippians 1:12-26; & 2 Timothy 4:5-22.
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Gentle Shepherd, Spotless Lamb

Behold the Lamb of God

Bruised, afflicted, crucified

Sacrificed for the sins of many

A wooden cross His altar

Forsaken by His Father in wrath

Then revived in perfect justice

Behold the spotless Lamb of God

Who reigns as mighty King

Behold the gentle Shepherd

Gracious, caring, kind

We are now His ransomed flock

Though we had gone astray

But as the holy Lamb of God

He wooed us to God’s royal fold

Where we are kept in safest care

Behold the Lamb, our Shepherd, God


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Daddy’s Song

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O daddy loves you

Momma does too

O Alan Micah

How we love you

 

We love your smiles

And your blue eyes

Your gentle noises

And even your cries

 

O Alan Micah

Our little boy

Ours is a love

That none can destroy

 

Bigger and stronger

More handsome too

God made you special

And He loves you

 

Trust in the lord

With all of your heart

Honor His Word

And never depart

 

O Alan Micah

Our little boy

A gift from God

That fills us with joy

 

Walk on in You

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In light of the grace I received

In light of the faith I believed

I will walk on

In spite of the pain I may feel

In spite of what doubt may conceal

I know that Your Word will reveal all truth

So I will walk on in You

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The Acceptors: Contradiction

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Does ultimate truth exist?

Who would be qualified to determine its existence?

If it does exist, how do we know?

If it does not exist, how do we know?

If we do not know, why would we claim one view over another?

If we don’t claim a view, are we really exempt from decision?

If ultimate truth—or any truth—exists, would it not necessitate a response?

If you were convinced that ultimate truth exists, would you be willing to respond to it as supreme?

What of its author?