Flaming Arrows

There once was a woman who lived a quiet life. A good life with her husband and son in a city called “Nain.” One day her husband died and she was left alone with her only son. She mourned her husband for a long time and then got back around to the business of her life. It wasn’t the same though. Before “the day” she had comfort, companionship, and abundance. After that it was her and her son trying to make ends meet. There wasn’t a lot of work for women in those days and so h

Would you take a few minutes out of your day and write a letter for me? If you are reading my blogs and shared them with others, or are reading this for the first time, I need your assistance. I meet the Parole Board the first week of October. I realize the heinous nature of my crime, the harm I have done to others, and the necessity for justice. I was arrested 41 years ago when I was nineteen. I am (by the grace of God) a different person today. If you believe that and that

I was recently turned down for Community Corrections. It was my fourth time to apply. I meet the Parole Board again in October. After being incarcerated for going on 41 years you would think that I would be so close to getting out of here that my expectations would be very high. The problem is, I have been turned down so many times that is hard to still have hope. I have to look beyond my circumstances and rely on the power and ability of God. If I don't, the downward spiral

I heard this several weeks ago and lately the Lord has been bringing it to memory. More than once. In the middle of the night. So, who was Copernicus? Well, he was one of those revolutionary scientists in the 14 and 15 hundreds that changed the way people think about things. You know the type. They come up with radical ideas like electricity (Edison), the telephone (Bell), the computer, internet, cars, and on and on. Copernicus was one of the great thinkers around 1500 A.D. A

A couple of friends and I were talking the other day at the dinner table about whether or not it would be rude if one of the men talked to me about his thoughts concerning a female officer's voluptuous figure. He asked me my opinion. I then asked him why he would be talking about that. Since that time this conversation has been on my mind a lot. Are the things we talk about all that important? Do our conversations really build one another up? Do they have any meaning? Or, are