What is a Genius?

“Could it be that a genius is a man haunted by the speaking Voice, laboring and striving like one possessed to achieve ends which he only vaguely understands?” –A.W. Tozer When we think of a genius, we normally think of someone who is smart, knowledgeable, and extremely intelligent. Someone who has a handle on his … Read more What is a Genius?

The Small Starts

I’m glad that God accepts those who have strong, but small faith. “Faith as a grain of a mustard seed,” He calls it.

Absence of Glory

The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. … Read more Absence of Glory

This Quintessence of Dust

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? … Read more This Quintessence of Dust

The Third Self

“Certainly there is within each of us a self that is neither a child, nor a servant of the hours. It is a third self, occasional in some of us, tyrant in others. This self is out of love with the ordinary; it is out of love with time. It has a hunger for eternity.” … Read more The Third Self

Capital Letters

Writers of yesteryear had an interesting way of highlighting big, important concepts that we no longer subscribe to. They used initial caps. Love. Death. Life. Happiness. Laws. (Read the Declaration of Independence; see how many words are capitalized.) These were important, meaningful, weighty words. Words not to be taken lightly. Words that embraced concepts, ideologies, … Read more Capital Letters

The most regretful people on earth…

The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time. –Mary Oliver