Tag Archives: Paul Zach

Bringing My Mother to Jesus

A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. They gathered in such large numbers that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to … Continue reading

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The Human Reason

 A leper came to him begging him, and kneeling he said to him, “If you choose, you can make me clean.”  Moved with pity, Jesus[stretched out his hand and touched him, and said to him, “I do choose. Be made … Continue reading

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This Long Night

And if the morning never comes,I’ll be here for whatever does.–Paul Zach, If the Morning Never Comes I keep hoping. Of course, I do. Who wouldn’t want to be seen, heard and lovedby the ones born to do that? And … Continue reading

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On That Day

You will say on that day:“I will give thanks to you, O Lord …”–Isaiah 12:1 (CEB) On that day.Not today,but one day,you will give thanksfor what you cannot give thanks for now. Even though othersare gratefuland assume you are too,it’s … Continue reading

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The Lord Is My Shepherd

I am a sheepand I like it–Sally Fisher Here in the Psalm In the second week of Advent,You showed up as promised,giving me the poem I needed for the Wednesday Lunch Club Christmas cards,an idea for the last gift,conversations to settle ruffled … Continue reading

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State of Emergency

Fires out of control Smoky skies, scratchy throat Bags packed and ready to evacuate Lord, have mercy.  Diagnosis Prognosis Chemo Side effects 70-80 percent successful She’s the one the doctor’s talking to Lord, have mercy. Clutching a cardboard sign on … Continue reading

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