Category: Writing

A small sample.

The Wonderland of Poets

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

The Phantom Island…be assured that such an island actually exists, and has from time to time been revealed to the gaze and trodden by the feet of favored mortals. Historians and philosophers may have their doubts, but its existence has been fully attested by that inspired race, the poets; who, being gifted with a kind of second sight, are enabled to discern those mysteries of nature hidden from the eyes of ordinary men. To this gifted race it has ever been a kind of wonderland.

     by Washington Irving in The Phantom Island

Who is a poet? I say– anyone who lives in a wonder land full of questions, imgination and creativity! Whether those who peek over walls at its beauty, those who dabble in life’s mysteries, or those who hesistate to return to reality. Perhaps anyone who dreams is a poet.  And don’t we all dream from time to time?

 

God’s love gushes like a fountain.

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

How can God love me this much

when my past is flawed and dirty,
when my faults bring filth and scorn?
When my head hangs low in disgrace
and my mind sees only thorns?

 Can the mountains cry “He’s bigger?”
Can the mouse squeak, “Him I see?”
Is He monstrous, huge or minuscule
— or somewhere in between?

 Can His love be therapeutic?
Bring new health to weary bones?
Will He help me when I’m tortured?
Can He hear my silent moans?

 God’s love gushes like a fountain,
flows from depths I cannot see.
I may never comprehend it, but I gulp
–  and I am free.

 #4068 4/7/2010

Written the day before NW Summit conference. God’s love overwhelms me sometimes and I cry to think  how much I don’t deserve it.  That’s when He reassures me of His love and  joy comes to my heart.

Questful Youth

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

Against the tainted sky
the amber glows
and twilight casts its shadow
long before
the eve of youth revives.

Away from smoother roads of ease
a breeze, of questful youth
will never cease
to read the skies for God
and answers to their sulking needs.

Whoever favors listening
to sight and sounds
and spirits sing
will rejoice to see the sky
is painted hues
that only God can use
to answer quests of searching youth.

#1330

Why do bad things happen?

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Writing

Why do bad things happen in this world? This question has no easy answer, but I found something that helped me understand a little better. See Romans 9:22-25.

What if God, wanting to show his wrath and make his power known . . . (God is angry at evil and has the power to do something -and he wants to !)

He endures with much long-suffering (He doesn’t get rid of evil and endures it, meaning he is really, really patient with evil and has not stomped it out yet)

The objects of his wrath prepared for destruction (God knows who deserves his anger and  has planned for their eventual destruction)

So that (here’s the reason he puts up with evil)

He might make known the riches of his glory to the objects of his mercy . (Why is God so patient? God has a reason for being patient with evil and it is to show his glory to those who need to see His mercy)

whom he had prepared in advance for glory (He already knows ahead of time those who will believe, and he is patient with evil so that more people may see his glory. God is waiting  so that  others may come to know about Him.)

This is my interpretation of the Romans passage.  God WILL destroy evil – whenever He decides  it is the right time.