Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Here are my college classes for the next semester.
1 Religions of the World.
2 Prophecy, Shamanism, Scripture
3 End of Days.
4 Bible in the Quran
Here are my books:
1 Living Religions
2 End of Days
3 Claiming Abraham: Reading the Bible and the Qur'an side by side
4 The Life of a Galilean Shaman
5 Prophecy and Society in Ancient Israel
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Quote
" Lord, may the love of Christ permeate my heart and life and sread its gentle fragrance into the lives and hearts of those I meet each day. May the gentle but strong spirit of feminity in my life add beauty and meaning to generations to come."
Emilie Barnes
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
This is a new poem from my upcoming book.
“Woman of the Woods,”
There once was a woman who lived in the woods.
She had a small family whom she adored; consisting of a husband and four kids.
She preferred the woods.
It suited her best.
The quietness soothed her soul.
She liked the companionship of animals over man.
She found when man was around there was too much noise and drama.
She enjoyed spending time with her husband, raising her kids and German Shepherds.
Then one day her world turned upside down, her beloved husband died.
She did the only thing she could think of which was to say goodbye to the only life she had only known.
She was to venture into the unknown world of the concrete jungle called the city; the world of man.
A place she had never really known; an uncomfortable place to find oneself that’s for sure.
She had little coping skills and next to no work skills.
She did not have much to offer this new world.
The thought running through her head was, “Will I ever be able to fit in this place.”
It was during this time we met.
Both of us needed to regroup.
We needed to figure out what was going to be our next step in our journey.
We became fast friends.
When I started to whine about how my family was going to live without running water and electric she told me to get over myself.
She proceeded to tell me that she had been known to pee in a coffee can and lived to tell the tale.
Little did I know that, for eight years I would be using a honey bucket.
When she heard about this she smiled.
She also told me to save on water she would wear her clothes in the shower.
I smiled; I thought she was adorable.
She helped me to become more comfortable with my future lifestyle.
Armed with her stories I knew I was capable and could survive anything.
I tried to help her become more comfortable in the concrete jungle.
Even with something as simple as the walks we took there were differences between us.
She wanted to walk on the ground; to feel the grass under her feet.
I preferred using the sidewalk.
Even though we walk to a different beat we prefer each other’s company.
One day you may run into the woman of the woods.
If you do she will probably tell you a tale or two before the next morning if you let her.
If you listen carefully you may learn a thing or two.
If your paths cross the encounter will change you indeed.
See that you do not make light of her friendship since only a privileged few are allowed into the inner circle.
Her friendship is as strong as the trees and the animals of the woods she holds so dear.
Treasure her friendship as I do.
I know she will treasure yours.
If you open your heart and let her in your life will be richer.
I know this to be true.
A long time ago such an encounter happened to me.
Your life and mine will never be the same.
I know mine isn’t.
If you listen carefully you may find echoes of her still in the woods she so dearly loved.
“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”
Proverbs 16:9
L.C.M. 12/29/11
Dedicated to my friend who is still lost deep somewhere in Montana.
There once was a woman who lived in the woods.
She had a small family whom she adored; consisting of a husband and four kids.
She preferred the woods.
It suited her best.
The quietness soothed her soul.
She liked the companionship of animals over man.
She found when man was around there was too much noise and drama.
She enjoyed spending time with her husband, raising her kids and German Shepherds.
Then one day her world turned upside down, her beloved husband died.
She did the only thing she could think of which was to say goodbye to the only life she had only known.
She was to venture into the unknown world of the concrete jungle called the city; the world of man.
A place she had never really known; an uncomfortable place to find oneself that’s for sure.
She had little coping skills and next to no work skills.
She did not have much to offer this new world.
The thought running through her head was, “Will I ever be able to fit in this place.”
It was during this time we met.
Both of us needed to regroup.
We needed to figure out what was going to be our next step in our journey.
We became fast friends.
When I started to whine about how my family was going to live without running water and electric she told me to get over myself.
She proceeded to tell me that she had been known to pee in a coffee can and lived to tell the tale.
Little did I know that, for eight years I would be using a honey bucket.
When she heard about this she smiled.
She also told me to save on water she would wear her clothes in the shower.
I smiled; I thought she was adorable.
She helped me to become more comfortable with my future lifestyle.
Armed with her stories I knew I was capable and could survive anything.
I tried to help her become more comfortable in the concrete jungle.
Even with something as simple as the walks we took there were differences between us.
She wanted to walk on the ground; to feel the grass under her feet.
I preferred using the sidewalk.
Even though we walk to a different beat we prefer each other’s company.
One day you may run into the woman of the woods.
If you do she will probably tell you a tale or two before the next morning if you let her.
If you listen carefully you may learn a thing or two.
If your paths cross the encounter will change you indeed.
See that you do not make light of her friendship since only a privileged few are allowed into the inner circle.
Her friendship is as strong as the trees and the animals of the woods she holds so dear.
Treasure her friendship as I do.
I know she will treasure yours.
If you open your heart and let her in your life will be richer.
I know this to be true.
A long time ago such an encounter happened to me.
Your life and mine will never be the same.
I know mine isn’t.
If you listen carefully you may find echoes of her still in the woods she so dearly loved.
“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”
Proverbs 16:9
L.C.M. 12/29/11
Dedicated to my friend who is still lost deep somewhere in Montana.
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