My return to the world of my web page has come out of a time of doing a great
deal of listening. I have heard voices speaking the words of great men who have
themselves reached out and touched the face of God. I have even heard the voices
of men who were imprisoned for expressing their faith in the One who alone lived
a completely blameless life. However, my time of listening and learning
has
also been accomplished by forces that only I alone must struggle with; if the
world knew of what I speak, they too would be thankful
that it is I and not them that must struggle with
this unseen beast.
All because of this beast I find it
important
to say little or just post images; for now, images have been a therapeutic
activity
which
takes me
out of door during the
late evening or very early
morning hours to grab what "light fantastic" there is
to be found before the Sun in all His glorious splendor fills every part of the
sky.
During my brief sojourn to listen to the
voices of men like
Thomas à
Kempis,
Leo Tolstoy,
S. D. Gordon and
John Bunyan, I have come
to ever so briefly meet another voice; that other voice is naturally the voice
of my Father God speaking to me but again, but His voice is not "ever so brief,"
like the men whom I listed as His channels, I happened to meet a person who
served me
and many others by being
a "channel"
for the channels.
I ventured a chance to meet this person and
for a short while I had the rare pleasure of meeting one of these channels who,
unlike those I have been listening to, is still vitally alive today.
It was
wonderful to speak with him but I know that a response to a message doesnĄ¯t
constitute a friendship, for such things are more rare and precious in my life
than celestial jewels. For now I will let this be and organize my photographic
library.
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