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I said a Kind Word One Day...

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I said a kind word
One day
And I saw the light
That it brought,
The smile on his face,
The joy in his eyes.
I said a kind word
One day
And it seemed
To change a life,
Give life.

I tend to be a joker, a teaser. I love to laugh and I love to make others laugh, I can be really sarcastic and sassy. But when it comes to speaking affirmation, speaking an encouraging word, giving a compliment or saying a kind word to a friend, somehow the words always get stuck in my throat and a joke comes out instead. Or sometimes I can manage a nice word, but then just so the person knows I am not really that nice, I cover it up with a joke or a sassy comment. But a few weeks ago I gave a genuine encouraging compliment to a friend and was surprised by how much joy that brought my friend not to mention how much joy it brought to myself to see his joy. When I joke with my friends, I don’t really seem to be changing a life, but when I gave that one genuine compliment, I felt that I was really making a difference, reall…

The City Sunset

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Guest Post: Meditations on Winter and the Divine Paradox

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I am excited to share with you today, the poetry works of my dear roommate, Amanda Sarna! Enjoy!

Bitter chill in frosted air
Could one kill if unaware.
Driving frost escapes the hand;
Distance placed between command.
Crystal flakes are here,
Breaking noise of care.

Ever present is the knife,
Fickle bones to cut with ice.
Growing winds elicit fear;
Given verdict: death draws near.
Fervent shield of white
Errant acts rewrites.

Heeding not torrential cold,
Insists the walk toward death foretold.
Jaded soul, now hedged in rime,
Justice laced, no acts resign?
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Heralds grace untold!



Amanda Sarna is a sophomore at Bethlehem College in Seminary, hoping to obtain a degree in History of Ideas. Amanda's many talents include ink drawing, cooking, raising squirrels, playing the flute and ukulele, loving kids, and writing poetry (and I am continually learning about more of her hidden talents). My favorite thing about Amanda is her passion for Christ and for his kingdom to come on earth as…

I Can't Do Anything, Yet Christ is My Everything

Sometimes life reminds me
I have no control,
No control over anything,
Over these frail circumstances,Life's confusion,
These momentary afflictions,
These heart wrenching,
Heart stabbing pains.
I want to do something,
I want to change it,
To fix it,
To make it all better,
But I can’t.
These are the moments when
I realize just how small,
How weak,How broken,
How insignificant I am.
I can’t do anything,
Yet Christ is my everything.
So on my knees I cry to him,
The healer of souls,
The forgiver of sins,
The giver of grace,
Of love unmeasured.
He makes us whole.
Christ is my all
And he has control,
So I petition him
On bended knees,
With an aching heart.
And he hears my cries
And he knows our needs.
He is sovereign,
This promise I hold dear.

Guest Post: Diablos and Arkaygos

I am excited to share with you another guest poem and this time from my very own dear sister, Elisabeth. Check out her own blog through the link below in her short bio.
Suna ambled through maples and beeches,
Wearing a peasant's shirt and breaches.
A lively young man, tall, thin, and ruddy,
He wandered through the woods, damp and muddy.

Life was a smile for Suna, full of cheer;
It was bubbles and dandelion seeds,
With a blue sky, shimmering, bold, and clear,
Droplets of dew on grass like diamond beads.

Then...

Then came Diabolos, that evil knight,
Then vanished all glimmers of hope or light.
Suna's world went from smile to frown,
And his liveliness went from up to down.

Diabolos smirked his devilish smirk,
He was far more than just “a piece of work.”
His eyes were fiercely black, his jaws were set.
Suna stood still with fright where they two met.

“You're mine, you've always been and always will,”
Diabolos sneered, coming nearer still.
Suna's heart battled his che…

A Few of My Favorite Things....

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These are a few of my favorite things......

Guest Post: Weary Sinner

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Here is another poem written by my friend, Ross. I hope you are blessed!Weary SinnerDedicated to Caleb06/05/2015Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

Come weary sinner, all covered in bloodCome find forgiveness for wrong that you’ve done.

Now lay down your head, and lower your fistThe king of heaven will not one resist.

Come weary sinner, all covered in shameGladly will he save, your loss is his pain.

No harm will befall; His blood will suffice.Only don’t linger, by grace be enticed.

Come weary sinner, it’s time to go homeCan’t you hear him call from his royal throne?



The day is near done; your time close to spentSo take this moment and at last repent.Ross Tenneson is a third year seminarian at Bethlehem College and Seminary. He is hoping to be a pastor one day. When he is not studying theology, he enjoys playing soccer, reading good books, visiting with friends, and writing an occasional poem.