I am sure that I could not count the number of posts that are “arisen” today.

Just as I am sure of the number of followers that had turned their backs on this morning.

I would have been one.

I am one who turns my back even today.

but Ever so often He taps me on the shoulder

And assures me, that He is still here.

I may not stand in a church and loudly proclaim.

Yet in the quiet of a rising sun

He speaks to me

and I to Him.


en theos monos ††† jim


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If you happen to be traveling through Kerrville,TX, do yourself a favor, drive up a small but well marked route to visit the 77′ 7″ cross. You can’t hardly miss the place. It is located above a Ford dealership. The car lot is brightly lit up at night and is much more distracting than the illumination of the cross. I might know that God would prefer Fords’ and I drive a Chevy. Hey. it’s okay, Peter most likely would have driven a Chevrolet also.

The cross had its’ share of a troubled road shrouded in a God versus freedom and separation thing. Once you take the time to quiet yourself, allow the awe of the massive cross diminish, there is a huge amount of peace and calming presence to be seen and felt. From the detail in the life sized sculptures to the outpouring of hearts in the form of sharpie written notes written on the limestone rocks that line the paths, there is an amazing amount of hope and peace to be found.

I found the sculpture depicting Jesus washing Peter’s feet had an immense pull. I could hear Peter’s passionate grumbling of “no way Jose”. He sits with the traffic of I-10 streaming past in the background ready to bolt and run. Jesus is submissive, yet strong in his humbling teaching task.

Where would you run to? ††† en theos ††† jim

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 The angel spoke to the women: “There is nothing to fear here. I know you’re looking for Jesus, the One they nailed to the cross. He is not here. He was raised, just as he said. Come and look at the place where he was placed.

“Now, get on your way quickly and tell his disciples, ‘He is risen from the dead. He is going on ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there.’ That’s the message.”….Matt 28:5-7

Peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

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I was hurriedly walking through a mall parking lot and it almost eluded my field of vision. A bumper sticker that spoke with such wisdom and a simple home style logic that it flooded me with memories of my dad. Bumper stickers are much like an appealing well-written headline, a concise summation of an otherwise complicated issue. I was raised to love bumper stickers. My dad was a great aficionado of the sticky reflections of a cause.

I never recall ever once seeing a bumper sticker on any of our Chevy sedans. Dad liked to attached them throughout the house. On bulletin  boards, the glass of picture frame or a window, on the back of a lawn chair, work benches and lawn mowers and workshop doors. I think it was his way of letting us know where and how he stood on political, social and totally nonsensical platforms. It was a way for him to quietly voice his opinion, but not have to  say a word or share, or defend.

Anyhow, the aforementioned bumper sticker simply stated in old English style white type on a glossy black field: “God, please protect me from your followers“.

It drew me back to this small nineteenth century mission we had come across on a small ranch road in West Texas. Some how, I felt assured that no one had buggy stickers that wanted protection from these followers. So it begs the question, why do these simple words ring so true?

Why do I feel the want to not go to the door when on a glorious sunny day the third group of suits, boys on bicycles, or men in ill fitting cowboy hats, or the ones that have their children along to actually deliver the sales pitch ring my porch bell giving me a brochure with an image of this worlds greatest warrior a glow with styled hair, neatly trimmed beard and a white robe, Asking me if I know this man, I want to scream NO, the Jesus I know was never this clean, he was engaged in a battle.

God, protect me from your followers!

Pezful EZ feeling @U ††† en theos jlawrence

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We pass this vine that grows by a dumpster on our daily walking route. It always seemingly speaks to me on the expression of “dying on the vine”. Sometimes we die before we ever get a chance to produce fruit. How a plant can seemingly have life and death on the same branch?

“I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. You are already clean because of the word which I have spoken to you. Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away as a branch and dries up; and they gather them, and cast them into the fire and they are burned. If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit, and so prove to be My disciples.” (John 15:1-8)

Don’t die before you even bear fruit on your journey†nada te turbe†jim