Timothy saw a spider rest at the center of its web. What a marvel of patience!
Looking through his binoculars he noticed smiles on the faces of the agents as they left his abandoned apartment. He heard in his earpiece, “The white hats have the laptop”, but he suspected it could be mere psyops.
Regardless all he needed to do was wait. Either they wandered into the web or they didn’t.
I found Michael Wilson’s post on the use of the Greek word for slave, δοῦλος, helpful. He noted that the word is often translated as servant although it means slave. The distinction is that a servant is hired but a slave is owned. When I think about it I’d rather be owned by Jesus than hired by him for my good works. I am grateful that He bought me.
So whom do you rely upon? You’re at the Red Sea. Where’s the boat? How long in water can you float? That’s when a way was made. At dawn the charging enemy was gone except for corpses flushed to shore. You still have doubts? You’d like one more experiment to test what’s true? You see the dead? They’d like that, too, but they have lost their strength for war.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “float” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
See Exodus 14 for an account of the crossing of the Red Sea.
David Pawson claimed (Book of Revelation, Part 1, about 8:30) that there are two books of the Bible that Satan particularly doesn’t like: Genesis and Revelation. In Genesis Satan’s deceptive practices are exposed. In Revelation his downfall is prophesied – Jesus wins; Satan loses. In particular the first few chapters of Genesis and the last ones of Revelation cause Satan the most grief.
Pawson also suggested that we read Scripture aloud. I have noticed that when I hear myself reading something aloud, it becomes clearer. At the very least reading something aloud makes it difficult for me to skim over the words. I don’t want to skim over those parts of Genesis and Revelation that annoy Satan the most.
Bill said that he’d be “back with the zip file”, but that was last Saturday. Timothy searched online, but Bill disappeared from there as well. All Bill’s posts vanished. Even records of the events they attended together vanished.
By the time Timothy figured out what was going on it must have been too late.
The only thing that remained was the word “sorry” gouged with large, rough letters into the plaster of his apartment wall that the maintenance staff seemed anxious to cover up as we entered the room pretending to look for a place to rent.
Repentance cringes at the past since God detests the rot of it that reeks of death. The blot of it warns us beware of each contrast.
We’re thankful though that didn’t last. We saw in time our wretched ways. Where would we be if all our days continued on mechanically when seeing meant we didn’t see? Such gratitude’s the source of praise.
Ronovan Hester offers the challenge of using the rhyme word “contrast” in the A line of a décima where the rhyme pattern is ABBAACCDDC.
Turn the light out in a cave and feel the dark come crashing in. Gratitude. Beyond the grave such darkness does not get to win.
This is a “dribble” which is a poem of 100 letters (excluding punctuation such as periods, apostrophes, spaces or dashes). The title is not part of the count. See Abigail Gronway’s Happier New New for another example. She challenges us to write one and post a link in the comments of her post.